• Hide. Run. Hide. Run.
    All you can think of is your heart pounding to the beat: ba-dump, ba-dump,ba-dump
    The voice whispered in my eare over and over again
    "Don't come back Charlie. You will lose"
    Jingles of the holy earth surrounded me
    They prayed for me when i clould not and they would protect me from any harm
    Even from myself