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Without really thinking about it, Ash sat up and grabbed her guitar from where it sat next to the bed. At first she just stared at it in her hands, and then slowly set it down on her lap and strummed a few chords. Like that, everything came back to her. It was always like this though, she didn't really think she even knew how to play guitar. If you asked her what chord she was playing, or how she was doing what she was doing, she really had no answer for you. The music just came to her, and she played, and she was good. But when she actually started thinking about it, she couldn't play.
That was probably why she liked guitar so much. It was the only time when her mind wasn't racing, a thousand thoughts running rampant in her brain. And the headaches, those hammering-nails-in-my-head headaches, melted away when she played. Of course they returned directly after she put the guitar down though, and she could hardly ever play for more than an hour.
Like that, her thoughts came back and she sighed, setting the guitar back down and returning to staring at the ceiling. It was times like this that she wished she could make friends here, but at the same time she didn't want to have the responsibility of being a friend to someone. All she needed was her knives, her guitar, and occasionally Snow. Like he knew she was thinking about him, he suddenly reappeared in the doorway. Though this made her jump, she didn't shoot up and stare at him, just turned her head slightly to the side and mumbled, "Always." It was her own personal joke, that only some people actually got. With her being a poly-thinker and all that. She watched him gather his things, but she really wasn't paying attention to him, she had gotten stuck back in her thoughts. Until he interrupted again, that is.
"Everything," she sat up, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly before giving a shrug. "You, me, my shift tonight, how tired I am, who I'm going to have to kill next." By the end, her voice had become void of any emotion. "Everything," she repeated.