~Preface~
I remember being alone on my bed, surrounded by my only friends who were always there for me. Alfie the elephant always reassured me when I was scared at night. In the middle of the night, he was the one who was there. The roaring voices of my angry parents fighting in the dead of night. Rory the teddy bear was there for me when I needed to laugh, when a joke needed to be told. Then I grew up, and they went away. The fighting stopped but not how I wanted it to. The constant feuds, the lack of care all ended with one word, divorce. I was only three then but im older now, and I think back to that little girl who would sit there, just listening to what I wish I could still hear because with me they were happy but as soon as I left it was like I had never been there, and they had never been happy. Music helps me get my mind off those times. It helps me calm myself as it runs through me 24/7 but the minute it stops, I stop. I break down and start thinking about those times again, the days when the music would play and I wouldn't think. It would play everywhere, at school, at home but every now and then it just decides "hey lets make her life miserable" and stops.
