Room 507, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

The bunnies had all been chased off by a hungry Furrball, and Nadia now leaned back in her desk chair, staring at three letters on her desk. On her bed, her backpack lay, surrounded by clothing, CDs, and various personal effects, apparently having been packed and repacked several times. She gripped her St. Jude medallion tightly in one fist and took several deep breaths.

She still wasn't sure what, exactly, she was planning to do. She just knew that something had to stop. She squeezed her necklace a few times, then pushed herself out of the chair and opened the door.

"Furrball,"

Her cat popped his head up lazily from where he was curled on the foot of her bed.

"Go on," she said, gesturing to the door with her head.

Furrball blinked at her.

"Go on," she repeated, her voice shaking slightly. "I know you want to get out of here, this is your chance. Go be a free cat again!"

Furrball blinked, then put his head back on his paws and closed his eyes.

"Stupid cat," Nadia muttered.

She couldn't make him do anything, though. He was a cat, after all. She picked up Moral, her guitar, her amp, and the letters, then leaned over to kiss Furrball on the top of his head and left the room.

Something had to stop, and she was pretty sure she was the one who had to make that happen.

She was already gone by the time her phone rang.