The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 4

Chapter Four:

Noah:

I was shaking my head, listening to Baird's speech again.

How long has it been now?

It's been a week of spending my days here, listening to Baird say the same things over and over again. At night I have the night shift at the club.

When was I supposed to get sleep?

It was difficult to focus right now; I felt a little light-headed.

I took in a slow breath before I leaned up against the wall. It was convenient that I had this small room to myself. It made it impossible for the volunteers to see any of us.

It felt wrong somehow. That we got to see them, but they didn't get to see us.

Not like it mattered, Humans go based on who they are attracted to.

We aren't much different, but our bodies tend to know things before we do.

I found myself slowly drifting off. I tried to fight it, but I was too damn tired.

"Noah."

I opened my eyes and glared at the man.

"Baird," I said.

"Your heart rate slowed down," he said, "I figured I should check on you."

"Thanks," I said, a little annoyed.

"You are quite welcome," he said, "If you still haven't felt any tremors, you might want to get some rest."

I glared up at him "That's a great idea."

He stepped aside, "All the volunteers are here already, and you've seen them all, I assume."

I nodded, even though I probably didn't.

"Get some rest then," he said, "I know you work late tonight."

I nodded, but I didn't want to get up.

"Do you require assistance?" he asked.

I shook my head, "I'm okay."

He nodded, "I'm going back out there, rest well."

"Good luck."

He left the room but not before smiling politely at my response.

If I didn't know him so well, I'd think he was a butler droid or something. He fit the part.

Well, that and we don't have those.

I forced myself up before heading to my room.

Once I was inside the small dark room, I sighed.

I stood in front of the door and just stared at the dark gray bed sheets and dark blue comforter.

They called to me; I couldn't move.

This feeling of disappointment hit me hard.

Did I usually feel this lonely?

I was a little mad at myself for feeling that way, and against my better judgment, I turned around and left my room.

I didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want to feel as shitty as I did.

Before I had a chance to think about it, I was standing in front of a familiar door.

I knocked lightly.

The door opened, and the redhead looked at me with a smirk on her face.

"It's been a while, Noah," she said, "What brings you by?"