THE WORST VOLUNTEER I was a day away from having to travel to the city. The council was behind on finding a volunteer for me while my father is away. He’s the one who holds them accountable. Without him I’m not sure I’d ever get a dreamer. The only reason why they found me a dreamer tonight was because they were afraid I was going to lose control. When I’m starving, everyone is susceptible to my nightmare inflictor side. It’s just after midnight and I glide from the steps of the dormitory. The bright full moon shines above me, lighting a pale path to the guest apartments. I tilt my head to the sky and stare at the glittering stars. They’re stunning tonight—like a diamond-speckled, dark blue blanket.The compound is empty and I’m thankful for that. I don’t like people to see me night stalking. It’s embarrassing when they know what I’m doing. Even though it’s dangerous, I sometimes wish I could go to the city instead of relying on the volunteers who visit the compound because that way no one would know I was coming and the dreamer would never know I was there.
