I don’t know what time it is, but I can’t sleep. Lyla’s friends must be stalking through the house, because I keep getting creepy crawlies up and down my spine, just enough to disturb me when I’m about to drift.
After the hell I want through, I can’t believe I found them again. Lyla and Ramiel, John, and Chaska, and the others. In Eldon Well, this nowhere town in the middle of New Hampshire. Lyla said it must have been fate. I don’t know. I don’t care. Oh god, I miss Hamilton. I close my eyes and I can hear his little scream as he yelled for me to run. If she hadn’t told me what Cherise was… God, it’s to horrible to think about. I know I don’t have nightmares, but I’m afraid to fall asleep. Afraid that I’ll wake up and discover it was all a dream and I’m still there in that room…
The trip here is mostly a blur. I don’t know how I ended up at my apartment, or how I got to the bus station. I’m sure my friend had something to do with it, but right now I don’t care. I’m safe, at least for tonight.
I wish I’d had the presence of mind to ask that that nice elderly couple their names, so I could thank them for the kindness they showed me. Buying me lunch and being so understanding. I wonder how long it took for them to realize I’d slipped the money they gave me back into their pockets.
Lyla and Chaska have changed. I can see it, plain as day. Werewolves. And Ramiel has changed. I don’t know what he has become, but almost every word he said tonight was like a knife twisting in my heart. He didn’t even seem to know it? Does he really think that a few words from him will ease my pain? That “I’d have been there if I’d known” erase the years thinking they were dead and what happened to Frank?
Oh god, Frank, I loved you so much. What did I do to deserve losing you….