It had been a day, I sat on a couch in an underground facility, with a man that couldn't die and a team of people that had just saved me from an alien. I couldn't bare to look at the world around me, so my head stayed down my eyes tightly shut and I had to sit on my hands to stop them from shaking.

"Miss, would you like a coffee?" I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say I must be losing my mind and yes that is exactly what I want right now, a coffee. But my head continued to stay staring at my lap, it was as though I didn't have control over my own body. I could think my mind was there but it was no longer connected to the rest of me.

"Perhaps we should let her rest." A woman's voice spoke.

"No, we need to know what it wanted with her, before it comes back and tries again?"

"Jack! She's only a child, she doesn't know what happened look at her, she's in shock."

"I have to agree Jack, she is only a child, a human child, these things must have been after her for some reason, but we will not get anything out of her while she is in this state. "

"Yes and while we're at it how about we just take her back home, tuck her in bed and tell her it was just all a bad dream. Then once we've left that thing can come back and try to finish what it started!"

"We don't want it to find her, and we won't let it, but we cannot do anything while she is like this!"

They were talking like I wasn't even there now the man that had been now established to me as Jack was arguing with the lady. I had just tuned them out; I had to make sense of what was going on. My head hurt so much, and I could feel the blood from the cuts I had hardening against my skin making the spots itching, and itch unfortunately I could scratch till I had proper use of my body parts again.

I had just wanted some milk, I was making myself my morning pot of coffee and I had no milk, so I left my flat for the store that was no word of a lie just across the street. I had acquired what I wanted and was about to head back across the street to my flat when I noticed a group of people in black, all black from head to toe kicking down my door.

I remember yelling at them, screaming that was my home. That was my first mistake, I choose the fight mechanism not the flight, if I would have just ran back into the store and called the cops, but no instead I ran across the street with my milk in hand rushed up my walkway. The black figures had all at this time turned around and were staring intently at me…

I squeezed my eyes shut harder as I tried to remember what had happened after that, after that though most of it was just blurred fragments of memories; the one thing that did stick out was their eyes. They were white entirely white no iris no pupil just white.

The couch I sat on moved suddenly I felt my weight shift towards the middle, and I felt a pair of arms wrap around me., pulling me tightly into a warm chest, it was then that today's events finally hit me. Feeling came back to my fingers and toes I was able to slip my hands out from underneath me and wrap them around whoever was holding me, and I cried, I cried for everyone that died today