Room 507, Friday night
Oct. 21st, 2006 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia lay flat on her back in the center of the room, Death Cab for Cutie playing quietly on her stereo.
That was it, really. She just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, letting the music wash over and through her as she tried to get her thoughts into some kind of order.
She tried, occasionally, to reach back to whoever it was she had been before going back to Argentina for training, since that was apparently the core of her current problems. She'd changed, and now Cally wanted to hate her and Pippi probably already did. Veronica was gone to school, and something was going on with Walter, but she had no idea what.
And there didn't seem to be anything to do to fix any of it.
So she lay there, stared at the ceiling, and tried, at the very least, to find some quiet center of herself, some place where her chest didn't hurt from everything around her and where she could just relax and, if not be happy, just be content.
That was it, really. She just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, letting the music wash over and through her as she tried to get her thoughts into some kind of order.
She tried, occasionally, to reach back to whoever it was she had been before going back to Argentina for training, since that was apparently the core of her current problems. She'd changed, and now Cally wanted to hate her and Pippi probably already did. Veronica was gone to school, and something was going on with Walter, but she had no idea what.
And there didn't seem to be anything to do to fix any of it.
So she lay there, stared at the ceiling, and tried, at the very least, to find some quiet center of herself, some place where her chest didn't hurt from everything around her and where she could just relax and, if not be happy, just be content.
