First of all, yes Skan you can come downstairs and your life will not be in danger. I promise, that brick I threw this morning was not because of you drugging my ass.
I'm trying to keep my humor up. Trying not to dwell on letting Hawk out from under my grasp. Literally. I fell asleep holding him that night. :( I...
I had a dream, that I am starting to wonder...if it really was a dream or not. I think that it might have been...me watching events sort of..half consciously somehow. I know I'm not making much sense right now, but..bear with me.
We were lying in bed, Hawk and I, hand in hand. I felt troubled, paranoid..Something compelled me to get up and go to the window. That's when I saw HIM. The Faceless inthetreesstaringjuststaring...He was intent on the house, looked like he was looking right back at the window. I cried out and stumbled back to bed, but...Hawk wasn't disturbed, so I decided not to wake him. That would have been cruel of me, yes?
And then she came into the room. The girl with no name, the one who nailed Curtis to the tree, that sadistic little bitch.. She knelt down at the bedside and whispered something into Hawk's ear, then caressed his face in some sort of shape...He woke up then. She smiled and stood up, held out her hand to him...I watched him take it and stand up, and follow her to the window.
Then...I stood up too, and tried to follow. She smiled again, more aggressively this time, and shook her head. "One at a time, plaything" she said. Next thing I knew, my head hit the window, twice. I fell to the floor, on my knees, leaning on the windowsill. Another smile. "A fitting place for you, little one, no more than you deserve. Sleep now."
I watched her lead Hawk by the hand out to the woods. I watched her take him to the trees, watched them both disappear. I woke up that morning with a hellish headache and..He was gone.
I'm going to go and check for real world wounds now...