The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
Ash looked down the street for any sign of the pub, but saw none. "Where is-" she stopped when she turned to find that the man was no longer there. Well... He had been pretty helpful, all things considered. At least she had an idea of what she should look for.
She staggered along the street, suitcase in hands and headed in the wrong direction entirely. And that was Ash. She always did get lost in cities and this one was... a mess. She saw a shop which looked too familiar and realized she had just gone around in a circle. This would not do. She set the suitcase down on the corner and looked around carefully for a moment before suddenly shrinking down. What really happened went by so fast that one could only describe it as a flash of skin and fur. And there on the ground was a tiny white mouse with electric blue eyes. The mouse had a band of black dots around it's right paw which looked oddly like a bracelet. Most importantly, however, was the fact that it had crawled out of a pile of clothing.
Ash-the-mouse scurried up the side of the nearest building, using the rain gutter as a ladder. She reached the top in no time and looked around. From there, she was able to map out a path to the pub. She scurried back down and disappeared into the pile of clothing. There was a whir of fur and flesh and Ash-the-human adjusted her shirt so that it wasn't on backwards.
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?