I am running.
Running past all corners.
No tensing, no time.
Jonathan is coming.
His words sting like a riding crop.
I try to hear something other then,
his words.
Music.
I listen to music.
Made up music ringing in my ears.
I can see his lips moving.
I can't hear his hurtful words.
Every word more music.
Music is drowning me
My head fills up.
I fall screaming.
Johnathon is good now.
I still hear music.
Music...
Music......
Music..........
