What Is Going On? Part 4

6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
The grown ups have held meetings about what to do next; whether to stay and fight, or to find a safer place to inhabit.
I feel so lost. I'm not involved in discussions or told what decisions have been made. Nobody really notices that I'm here, a ghost that they're too pre-occupied with their own concerns to take notice of.
Most days I just sit on my own, thinking of what life would be like if "it" hadn't turned my world upside down.

At about one O'clock one night, I was awoken by one of the grown ups. The decision had been made that we were moving out. Questions immediately started running through my head. Where were we going? Is "it" out there somewhere, waiting for us to make this move? I didn't try to hide the fact that I was scared. There was no point hiding my feelings any more.
The few possessions I had accumulated over the past 4 or so years were hurriedly packed into a bag and I was dragged outside into the cold, winters night.