Faking Human

Faking Human Ch. 5

The day after the wedding, Sarah Jane came over to see how I was. She walked into my room, sadness painted on her face as she sat on my bed.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly as I managed to sit up.

She shook her head and let out a soft sigh, "No."

"How was the wedding?" I asked tentatively.

She looked at me, her eyes glistening and shook her head.

"Did he leave you there?"

"No, it was something much worse," she said softly as she hung her head.

"What?" I pressed.

"Oh, I wish I could tell you Sabryna, I really truly do," she told me, "but I can't. You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

"No. In fact, it's probably safer if you didn't know," she said firmly. She quickly wiped the tears from her face and shook her head. "Just... just forget about everything, I'll be fine."

"But..."

"I'll be fine. I promise," she said with a small smile.

Reluctantly, I nodded and pulled my sketch book out, "Here, I drew some more, thought you'd want to see."

She smiled and took it in her hands, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," I shrugged, "go ahead and see if you recognize anything. I know you know him."

"I know..." Sarah Jane smiled as she opened it and started to flip through it.

I watched as she looked through them and recognition sparked in her eyes. Her lips would part in an 'o' at some pictures, or she would run her hand along it, mouthing words I couldn't make out. Other pictures she would look at in confusion, or she'd frown at, like she wasn't sure of what she was seeing. It wasn't for another hour that she finished looking through it.

She looked at me, her eyes wet, and breathed, "Thank you... I don't know how you did it... or how you know of him but... thank you for showing them to me."

I gave her a small smile, "Like I said, it's nothing. It's just... one day, I do want to know who he is, alright?"

"Maybe," she said softly. She looked at her watch and sighed, "I have to go home and figure out what I'm going to feed Luke."

"Have fun," I smiled.

She chuckled, "Yes, I'm never bored."

**Faking Human**

A solid week of no headaches, nothing that could feel like it would hurt, and I was back on my game. Worked, ate, worked, came home, slept, woke up, sketched, showed, ate, repeat. The mundane cycle kept me from worrying too much about the man I was seeing. And as the days went by, my journal became more full. Full of pictures of him. There's one picture of him I have, he's wearing an awful lot of velvet, and this ruffled shirt. I felt very compelled to write the words 'Space Hobo' next to it in thick broad strokes.

So far, they all had nicknames I had given them. There was; Number One, Flute Man, Space Hobo, Scarfy, Celery Man, Rainbow, Brolly Boy, Ricky-boy, and Satellite Ears. Nine of them. Every one was different. They all dressed differently, none of them looked the same, but I felt like I was missing someone, someone important, someone I wasn't drawing. I couldn't figure out who it was, not even if I tried. And that's what hurt me the most.

Not to mention that the whispers were getting more and more frequent. And loud. Sometimes I'd hear something, like someone talking, and I could swear that they were behind me. But they weren't. No one was. Just me, alone in my house. Sarah Jane didn't know what to do, and how could she if I couldn't bring myself to tell her I've been hearing voices?