Room 317- Monday morning

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Sia wasn't really feeling hugely social the last couple days. She hadn't really done anything bad to anyone who didn't deserve it while spending a couple weeks as the thing she hated most, but she still felt really uneasy about how much she'd enjoyed all the killing she did. Plus there was that feeling of remembering being dead and alive at the same time, and basically Sia wasn't feeling that great today.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed against her headboard, cuddling her dog that she was so glad to have back, and sending a text.

[Open door, open post.]