I seemed to have blacked out or fallen asleep. The next time I came to, it was bright outside. Moving my body and reaching my throat, I felt it had really healed a good part.
I went up and saw that moving was no problem, so I left the room.
There were voices coming from downstairs, so I took the staircase down.
This should be the part of the house that was enclosed by asphalt, but surprisingly, it was in good condition, just really dark.
A candle was lit in the kitchen, and my grandmother, Jeyjey, and Henry sat around the table.
"Morning?" I asked; my voice still sounded strange, but it didn't hurt to talk anymore.
Henry narrowed his eyes at me as if trying to discern something, but I had no interest in finding out what his problem was.
Maybe the fact that I killed his sister's counterpart, or that I accused him of being gay, at least in his future. Both were perfect reasons for looking at someone strangely.
