Life...
Things have been...growing a little clearer as the time passes. Foggy memories return...and I am human now, thanks to my brother. I still am not myself, but I do not know if I ever will be again...
Now I sit atop this roof and watch for the foes who have so grievously injured HLM. I feel as if I should know her, but I do not...I simply feel a smoldering anger and sadness she is so injured. I do not know the entire story, but I can feel the fear and grief eminating from my brother...who is her husband...and then there are other things that weigh upon me.
Mitch is one of the heaviest. He has treated me so kindly, and cares so deeply for me, and yet...he will not let me help him in this upcoming challenge he must face, whatever it is. I do not wish for him to be injured...and when he let me Feed from him that first night...I felt...so horribly guilty. I am still bewildered over this entire thing. I...honestly do not know what to think.
All these people I care for...though I do not know why, or how to express this. As the days flow by, I find myself caring more, and strange emotions surfacing. I cannot understand why I feel this way, however. I...cannot remember very much of my life...there is foggy pain...dazed memories of torture...but nothing else, save for the memories formed since "returning" to the Asylum.
Once this latest attack is recovered from, and things calm down, hopefully it will stay calm long enough for me to remember...
Even more...I hope Mitch will let me help him...will let me make sure he returns to us safely...reguardless of what he's hidden, he is still a dear friend, and those who live here view him as family...
current mood: contemplative
current music: Sounds of the city...