I stared at her for a moment, trying to decide if she was still upset or angry.
“That means,” she continued, rubbing away her tears, “That you haven’t heard Disarray by Lifehouse.” She instantly disappeared up the stairs. I stared after her, nonplussed.
She appeared again with a pair of speakers and an iPod muttering, “Take that out of your ears.”
I began to protest but she glowered at me, growling, “If you do what I say I’ll tell you why I can’t sleep well, ok?”
I considered that for a moment. Slowly, I lifted my hands to my ears, pulling out the ear buds. The silence was unsettling. Paige muttered to herself as she plugged the iPod in and spun her thumb through the contents to find the song, and then the song began.
It was strange, not listening to my music. It had been so long. I wasn’t sure if I liked or not.
I’m struggling between the facts and fiction
I’m alone, but I’m alive
Everyone around me is trying to make a statement, then there’s me
I’m just trying to survive