I heard a door slam shut, I tried to ignore it.
Then I felt a hand roughly grab my shoulder and shake it.
"Get up, we need to talk."
I slowly opened my eyes.
It took my eyes a while to adjust to the light, but when they did I took in my surroundings and concluded I was in Damon's room.
I turned my head to the extreme left to see a very pissed off looking Damon staring at me.
Well, seems like things are back to normal.
He looked like he had just taken his bath cause his hair was still damp and he had a fresh pair of clothes on than what I saw him in last.
Wait, when was that?
I looked outside and I saw the sun rising above the horizon.
I sighed.
Another day.
I turned back to look at Damon.
His eyes were like bitter pools of cold hatred.
Too much?
