"Of course. Come with me, I know somewhere we can talk." After a short time of walking, they arrived at Leatherhead's home. It was quiet and peaceful, a rare, enjoyable feeling that Laila always cherished every time she got it. It was actually just like the lair in a way. Laila knew she would have to come here more often.
"Make yourself at home Laila. I'll get us some tea, chocolate peppermint for you?" Laila nodded and Leatherhead left into his kitchen as Laila sat down on the couch, just staring into space.
"Laila, your tea." Laila jumped and accepted the cup from Leatherhead as he sat down on a chair near the couch. "So Laila, what's been bothering you?" She moved the cup away from her lips and sighed.
"Something's wrong with me."
"Laila?"
"My temper's been at a sky-high, I've become a bit blood-thirsty, which includes laughing when someone gets hurt or killed, and I can't figure out what it is. You're the only one who I can really go to for this. My brothers won't get it, my sister won't either, and my dad's the only other one I could talk to..but he's dead."
"I appreciate you trusting me..there's one possible reason why this is happening."
"Really? Why? No matter how stupid, I'm up for any explanation you can give me."
"Everything from your past is catching up to you, and it's causing you to feel extremely stressed."
"That actually makes sense…and it's highly possible. What am I gonna do about it though?"
"I'm not you, let your gut decide for you."
"I don't even trust my own gut anymore, but I guess it's my only hope to figuring this all out."