Noir

Several days passed, and I found myself sitting on my bed, my back propped against the wall. I'd become well acquainted with every crack and crevice within my room as I had explored every square inch of its footage over the last few days, and I found myself now bored and lonely.

Even though there were others in the house, I was alone, as I had seen no one. My meals were brought and set outside my door, though I never heard anyone bring them.

At first, I had refused to set the emptied dishes back in the hallway, but it eventually became too much to have them in the room with me. I even tried sitting out in the hall, some distance away from the odorous things, of course, hoping to see someone come gather them.

That hadn't worked either.

I think what bothered me the most was that Noir hadn't even checked on me. Hell, I could be dying from pneumonia after the shower incident for all he knew, or seemed to care.

As my mind wandered from one thing to another, I began to worry about Atomic. Was someone caring for him? Atomic didn't like being alone, and would often not eat if pouting. From the day I had shared my bread with him, Atomic had been my friend and companion. He alone knew all my secrets. Even Daisy hadn't been allowed to store the things I shared with Atomic. Not an easy feat, as she heard and saw everything. Okay, yeah, I talked about Daisy as if she were a living thing, but in many ways to me, she was. She had almost become a separate being living within me over the years.

Which brought me back to Noir. I had no idea where I was, or if I was even still in the same city, state, or, for that matter, country, as to where the Agency was located. I knew there was no way in hell Noir would be away from the company he had built for long. Sure, Eton and Thorin could hold things down for a while, but I knew his brothers couldn't do the things Noir could. Noir had a second sense when it came to hunting evil. Almost like his mind worked in much the same manner. But, as I had seen nothing of Noir, my questions remained unanswered.

A sigh escaped me at my situation. I didn't know why I was here, or for how long I would remain in this place. As for my immediate problem of being locked away from everyone. I knew it would eventually end; I just had to be patient.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

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At first, being alone had suited me fine. I quite liked my own company, or so I'd thought. But as time wore on, the taxation of so much time alone, and nothing to do, was getting to me. That's why I was now propped against the wall playing a game Pea-knuckle.

Since my sentencing to my room, I'd tried lying on my bed, as well as sitting in the chair, but had found I'd been too restless to settle in either for long. I'd finally grown accustomed to the pink explosion of the room's coloring, so it didn't bother me any more... much.

Quickly growing weary of pea-knuckle, I began to explore my room again. Closing my eyes to give myself a different perspective, I felt from one end of the room to the other end, making a full circle. However, it didn't take up nearly as much time as I hoped.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Uttering a groan of frustration with the lack of anything to do, I flopped back onto the bed again, and lay staring at the ceiling...again.

An hour later, I was punching at my pillow and jerking the bedclothes back away from my legs again, letting the cool air flow across the exposed flesh. Christ, if I wasn't suffocating beneath the covers, I was feeling too chilly to be without them!

Snorting out an angry breath, a cuss word slipped from my lips and I gave another angry toss of my body, once again facing the wall. Scooting until I crowded the smooth plaster, I lay my forehead against its coolness. My head pounded, but the coolness gave me no relief. My covers, in their twisted state, attested to the fact of my discomfort with their rumpled and sideways appearance.

Finally, with a sense of defeat weighing heavy on my shoulders, I dragged myself out of the comfort of the bed. The harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom revealed my bloodshot eyes, tinged with a fiery red hue, reflecting my exhaustion and frustration. As I stood there, my reflection highlighted the chaotic mess of my hair, knotted and tangled like a nest of wild snakes. The air in the room felt heavy with pent-up emotions, my mood tainted with a dark cloud of despair. The overwhelming need to escape from this suffocating house consumed me, fueling a surge of anger that coursed through my veins. I clenched my fists tightly, my knuckles turning white, as I brought my hands crashing against the mirror. The sharp shattering sound pierced the air, mingling with the echoes of my frustration.