As the saying goes: Better the Devil you know.
Shay:
How do you define the word, Devil?
How do you ask someone why they are the way that they are?
I didn't realize when it all really meant.
I was about to come face to face with a Devil for the firs...
Was it possible to feel so terrified and so excited at the same time?
These feelings are fighting inside of me, and it is painful. My stomach hurt.
I was thankful at least that I talked to Jody about what I should wear today. We settled on something cute.
A thin white long sleeve shirt. The dark gray skirt has that ripple at the ends. It is high at my waist, and it has the v shape down.
I wore black tights with black heels. A single strap went over and buckled at the other side of the shoe.
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My nails are still done the same. Black toes, and black nails. My ring finger being the exception, a black heart instead of solid black. My makeup is done simply. My eyebrows, mascara, and eyeliner. The black lipstick is the finale.
I left my hair down, nothing fancy there.
With me pulling my small black purse over my shoulder, I was ready to leave.
I didn't get very far before my phone went off.
From: Jody – 'Good luck today <3.'
I couldn't quite explain what I felt when I saw her message. It was a combination of love and warmth.
It was something I needed.
To: Jody – 'Thank you <3.'
To: Jody – 'See you later?'
I walked outside, and before I even had the door locked behind me, I had a new message.
I smiled to myself while I finished the last lock.
From: Jody – 'Of course.'
From: - Jody – 'Just let me know when you are done.'
I felt better, and I was thankful for her.
I made my way to the familiar facility.
My nerves only got the best of me, the closer I got.
I had to remind myself to breathe properly. You'd be surprised how often I had to do that.
I took in a deep breath.
The large building was now in my sight.
Was I shaking? Damn it.
I just hoped I didn't trip and fall on my face. Maybe heels weren't the best idea, after all.
The walk to the side entrance where we met Baird at last time felt different.
I didn't see the ginger-haired man waiting like last time.
