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There I sat alone. Only stacks of brown decayed hay. No one to talk to. No one to have fun with. Just Me, Myself, and I.

I used this time just for my music, after all, I do like music and I like, I guess in a way, making music but since I'm a fugitive I don't have time to or it's rather that I'm scared I'm going to leave evidence behind. So in my spare time, I usually resolve to bringing out my earphones and phone, and listen to music.

I got my phone out and plugged my earphones in. E.V.I.L., my favourite band, was singing the song "Red Blood" on my playlist, so I continued to listen to it as I put it on loop.

Flames was peacefully sleeping in my pocket, as a tiny white mouse, and I stroked it continuously to beat.

I wasn't aware of the two arguments that were happening and just mumbled along;

Red Ball

You chase it down the street

Red light

You stop to check the beat

Red ball

you see it in the air

Red blood

Blood everywhere

I see it in your eyes

Those screams and the cries

The black from your heart

Will advance with it's part

Oh, red ball

Afraid it's gonna hit

Red light

You never try to quit

Red ball

You see it in the air

Red blood

Blood everywhere

I carried on listening to it until darkness enclosed around me.

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