Screams.
Cries.
The sound of metal tearing.
Yelling.
Sirens.
The sound of calming voices.
I remember being pulled from the car.
I remember seeing the mangled mess of the two cars merged together.
I remember being in hospital.
And I remember the empty feeling when they told my parents were gone.
I was three years old. Now everyday I can hear their screams at they died. Here the sound of the cars colliding. The overwhelming noise of sirens.
They swirl around in my head.
Driving me crazy.
And the only way to block them out music.
The sweet sound of music.
My name is Gaia-Persephone.
And Music Is My Drug.
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Music Is My Drug
JugendliteraturMy name is Gaia-Persephone. My parents died in a car crash when I was three. I was in the backseat. Every day and night all I can hear are their screams. Music is the only way to drown them out. Music saves me. Music is my drug.
