Chapter 6

Nadia woke up to the phone ringing. She sat up and winced at the rush of pain. Trying to get to her feet only made her head spin. Deciding that stayig on the floor was better, she crawled to the living room and pulled the phone from the cradle. Holding her head with one hand she held the phone to her ear with the other, "Hello."

"Hi Nadia, this is Bonnie."

"Hi Bonnie."

"Is something wrong? You don't sound good at all."

Just nodding her head made her feel as if her brain were a marble rolling about in the bottom of her skull. "I - I'm ok. I just fell last night."

"Oh my god! Are you alright?" Bonnie's voice was concerned.

"Yeah I think so. I was out all night though. Next time I dry my feet first."

"Hu?"

"I forgot to bring a towel into the bathroom when I took my shower. So I had to dry off next to the towel closet. Guess I left a puddle, because I slipped and hit my head. I'm no worse for wear though."

"You sure you're ok?"

The chuckle that danced in her throat made her head pound. "Yes, I am fine." She pulled herself to her feet and stumbled to the kitchen. 'Where's that asprin?' "So what's up. What made you want to talk to little ol' me?"

A silence came from Bonnie, "Well I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over for a bit, but after the night you had... You probably want to rest."

"No," Nadia began to rummage through the cabinets looking for asprin. "I'm alright. I'd love to have some social interaction. By the way, sorry about last night. I have a people fear that gets me when I'm crowded in a small area."

Bonnie chuckled, "It's ok, I thought that Damon had scared you off. He has that effect on people."

Finally, she found the bottle and popped the top. She downed three asprin and snapped the cap back on before putting it back in the cabinet over the sink. "No, I am sure I have a relative somewhere just like that."

She walked to the livingroom and turned the TV on. Bonnie began spekaing agian, "So I'll pick -"

"Oh god!" On her Tv was a news report. The camera man zoomed in on a body that was covered with a sheet, all that could be seen were two feet. Blood had soaked through the sheet. It took only a few seconds for Nadia to recognize that the body was on a roadside. A hand covered the lense and pushed the camera man aside. She could hear a policeman telling the reporter and camera man that they had to leave. The camera refocused and that's when she recognized something in the background. The old church!

"What? What's wrong?"

"Oh my god... Someone...someone got hit by a car or something in front of the cemetary."

"What?!"

"Yeah, it's on the news. It must be real bad, because the cops are really hounding the media. I guess it's a good thing that Matt took me home, that could have been me. Remind me to thank him later."

"You're right. I'll be right over, ok?"

"Sure thing, I'll be dressed by the time you get here."

She turned the phone off and placed it back in it's cradle. She listened to the TV while she went to her room to change. While she pulled on her flare leg jeans she heard the reporter say something about lacerations, "He probably kissed the grill." She slipped into a grey t-shirt and a peach fleece pull-over when she heard mention of abrasions, "Road rash." Hopping about, she pulled on her socks and sneakers. Her hair was still a bit damp, so she simply twisted it and put it in a hair claw rather than cause split ends by brushing. Nadia applied a small bit of makeup and straightened the chain to her locket.

Nadia returned to the living room and plopped down on the couch. Another news report had already begun. She sighed and got up to turn the TV off. Since she was up she walked to the kitchen. Opening the cabinet next to the refrigerator, she pulled out a bottle of yoohoo. The chocolatey drink sloshed about as she shook the bottle. Her delicate fingers unscrewed the cap. She tipped the bottle back and let the chocolate drink flow down her throat. One of her favorite drinks was yoohoo. It wasn't really chocolate milk, but it was still rich and creamy, and most importantly...chocolate.

Her headache was begining to calm down. The pounding had dulled to a slight throbbing. She was going to alright after all.

Just as she finished her yoohoo she heard Bonnie's car pull into the driveway. She tossed the bottle into the trash can and headed for the front door. She opened the door just as Bonnie was getting out of her volkswagon beetle. A chuckle rose in her throat when she saw that Bonnie's car was cotton candy blue. The car fit her personality, it was cute and sweet. It was like a finely matched puzzle piece; they belonged together perfectly.

She walked down the steps and over to Bonnie. Bonnie smelled like lily scented perfume. Her olive green sweater seemed like it was cut just for her. Her auburn hair bounced about her shoulders. She looked like she would have been a cheerleader back in highschool or at least she should have been. The vision of Bonnie bouncing around with poms and belting out cheers brought a smile to her face, "So what we gonna do at your place? Plot against the world?"

Bonnie laughed as she climbed back into the car. "Actually I thought we could watch some movies and have lunch."

Nadia opened the pasenger side door and climbed in, "Lunch? Is it that late?" Her eyes widened when she looked at the clock above Bonnie's CD player, 12:13 pm. "I had no idea it was so late."

Bonnie smiled at her, "Getting knocked out can do that to a person." The pulled on their seabelts at the same time. Bonnie pulled out of the driveway. The car's engine was so quiet, she wasn't sure if it was running at first. Bonnie turned to her, "Any music in particular that you like listening to? There's some CDs in the glove box."

Nadia nodded and looked through the CDs in the glove box. After a few seconds popped in a Beatles CD. Nadia wasn't a Beatles fan, but she did like a couple of their songs. She put the case back in the glove box and listened as I Want To Hold Your Hand sounded through the speakers.

"Do you like the Beatles?" Bonnie looked over to her as they came to a stop sign.

Nadia shook her head, "I'm not into them majorly, but I do like some of their stuff. It's amazing, they're like Elvis. They've been broken up for a while and they're still absolutely famous."

Bonnie nodded and started the car movnig again, "Yeah, cool hu? Don't you wish you could be that way?"

Without thinking she shook her head, "Nope."

Bonnie shot Nadia an odd look, "Why not? I'd love to be famous."

"Well, if you're famous, whether or not you want to, you end up living forever in a manner of speaking." She paused and watched a girl, about twelve years old, walking down the side of the road.

"Yeah, wouldn't that be great?"

"I don't think so. I would like to have a nice, long, and prosperous life, but... Knowing that I'd be on someone's lips every waking moment for eternity, I don't think I could live with that. I guess you could say that I have come to cope with my own mortality. I'm just happy being little ol' me." She looked up as Bonnie glanced at her, "I guess that makes me a bit odd, hu?"

"I don't think so."