Here, surrounded in the quiet of my new room, I'm restless. The room is nice, larger than my old one but not large enough that I'm overwhelmed. The walls are painted a light beige color, the floor is dark walnut wood. Upon entering my room there is a nicely sized desk to the left where the laptop Dick had given me rests. My bed is next to it, placed in the corner where I can see everything. I'm sure that was on purpose, which I'm both angry at and grateful for. The ceiling tilts down above it, as both mine and Dick's room were on the top floor of the Wayne Manor where the roof slants in some places. I like that though. There are windows in the back of the room. I've opened them despite the cold, and the curtains, which are green, are blowing softly. From my window, I get a nice view of the woods which are dark, the sky a nice indigo color and dotted with tiny stars. In the far right corner of my room, there is a dark wooden door that leads to a nice bathroom which is all mine to use. The walls of the bathroom are a darker beige color. There's a large vanity with a mirror that can light up if I press a button in the corner of it. The bath is huge, with all sorts of odd settings that Alfred tried to explain to me. There is a separate walk-in shower in a smaller connected room. It's needless to say that I have plenty of space.

Still, the room seems almost too quiet after spending close to two months in the hospital with the never-ending beeping of machines. My phone is on top of the dresser in my walk-in closet on a charger. It was a new one, Dick had handed it to me in a crisp box along with a pair of red headphones the day that I had arrived here. When I'd asked what happened to my old one, he'd told me quietly that I wouldn't want to see the messages. Had it been anyone else I would have been upset, but I could see the anger in his eyes and I trusted that he was right, especially if whatever he had seen on my phone had upset him enough to buy me a new one. Sighing, I swung my legs off the bed, wincing at the dull ache in my abdomen that the action caused me. I have pills for that, but I don't take them.

I walked soundlessly over to the dresser and unplugged my new phone, taking it and the red headphones back with me. I sat on the bed and leaned my back against the wall, plugging the headphones in and opening Spotify. I was already signed in to a new account with my name on it. I felt my lips twitch upwards in the suggestions of a smile: the account had premium, something I had never been able to afford. I searched up the username of my old account, wallflower, and downloaded all my old playlists. Scrolling through one, I selected Where Have All The Flowers Gone by Peter, Paul, & Mary in hopes that it would lull me to sleep.

As the guitar began to play softly, I began to bounce my leg. When Mary's voice started, my eyes snapped to the door. I couldn't tear my eyes off from it, my heart beating faster and faster as panic began to overtake me: I couldn't hear the outside world.

Breathing heavily, I tore one of the earbuds out, hoping that by doing that my anxiety would calm, but it didn't, and I angrily tore the other earbud out. I finally turned away from the door, paused the music, turned off my phone and glared at it. Silence was all that I could hear, but still, I could feel my heart rate slowly calming itself now that I could use all my senses to watch for potential danger.

I could feel tears burning behind my eyes, my cheeks heating even though there was no one else in the room to laugh at me. I was so stupid; getting upset because I couldn't hear as well with the music playing. I put my phone and the earbuds on my desk, and sat back down on the desk, drumming my fingers against my leg, staring at the doot, and stayed like that until morning.