I wake up with my left side numb, feeling more dead than alive. Sunshine peaks through the closet door... or is that just a halogen lamp. I don't really care. For once, the headaches are gone. How long had I been asleep this time. Two days... three?
I feel around for my notebook, the one with all the notes and scribbles I've already half forgotten. It's too dark to read anything, but that doesn't matter. Most of the words don't make sense anymore. The book though, a plastic-bound sketch book with too many pages missing, feels good just to hold. I remember sitting next to Arson and showing her bits of it. Not all, of course, but bits.
The Killjoys... I left the rebels about five months ago. Not sure why. They let me go and I slowly made my way back to the city. Hiding from dracs in my same bloodstained drac uniform, now gone brown and grey. My hair must be a mess as well.
I wonder for the hundredth time what has pulled me back to the city. If I wonder too hard, however, the headaches will come again.