Triskix was starting to turn back from his 9 year old self...and his eyes? They were back to the hateful, burning eyes I had started to grow accustomed to.
"Maybe some of the other members found some of your memories..." I said as I followed him. We would have to look around the ENTIRE place for his memories...might as well get some help. We could ask the leader...
Triskix was quiet...was he still thinking about the memories he had just regained? Wish he'd say something...
~Brain dead...but I'm trying...~
Note: I will NOT be going to the mall today...my mom stayed out too late last night and now...yeah.
