We Only Come Out At Night

London in Terror

"This is taking forever." I groaned, resting my head on my hand.

"Shut up." Sasha joked, turning up the car stereo louder.

"Meanie." I scoffed, crossing my arms.

Once we had arrived at our final destination, Anson climbed out first, and reached for Sasha's hand. She gladly took it, smiling brightly.

"Disneyland!" I screeched, running over to the ticket booth.

"You're going to scare the children." Anson laughed.

"When doesn't she?" Sasha agreed.

The three of us walked around aimlessly for a good hour. We had to see everything, all the sights, everything. I was unbelievably hyper, jumping up and down. I hadn't thought of Chris or Motionless in White for that matter, all day.

"Let's get on a ride!" Sasha begged.

"Okay!" I agreed, watching Anson zoom forward towards a ride. I didn't know what it was called. I didn't know what it did, but we got onto it. It was dark, almost like a cave, the wind howled. I stared intently at the candle lit walls, before the room went dark.  I stepped off, feeling dizzy. I wobbled back and forth, the world shaking.

"W-Whoa." Sasha muttered, falling forward.

Anson mumbled under his breath, "Shit."

He then helped up Sasha, smiling.

"You okay, love?"

"I'm okay."

"Good." He replied before their lips touched.

"Don't make me call the PDA police." I grumbled.

"Don't make me whoop your ass!" Sasha retorted, punching me in the side.

"Don't make me," I began before a tattooed man came into view. "Oh."

Sasha's eyes grew wide as Chris turned to face us, his lips curled into a smile. What was he smiling about? He was probably so overjoyed he'd get to destroy me, yet again. Today, was my day. Under no circumstance would he ruin Disneyland for me.

"What do we do?" Sasha asked, looking extremely worried.

"We ignore him." I responded, my voice sounded weak.

I began to walk in a different direction, my platform boots clunking against the pavement. I didn't need an explanation from him, I didn't want one. After about a good thirty minutes of walking, I found a bench. I sat down, resting my face in my hands. This was all too much for me.

"Hey." I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and warm breath on my neck.

I felt numb. Where was my best friend when I needed her?

"Please." Chris muttered, removing my hands from my face.

"What?" I hissed as tears formed in my eyes.

"I.."

I cut him off. "You what? You never meant to hurt me?"

"Never."

"Why didn't you..."

"I thought you didn't want to speak to me."

Chris took my chin in his hand and leaned closer.

"I said it once and I'll say it again."

He placed his lips against mine and wrapped his arms around my waist before whispering in my ear.

"You're important."