• The cold blood pulsed through my viens. The world was spinning around me, everything going dark and the only feeling was my heart beating. Beating rapidly. I gasped for air, my mouth dry. The tears flowing down my cheeks were un-noticed, thier icy feel not aknowledged by my lips. My body writhed until it's energy depleted, then lying limp, tears soaked into my pillow-reality rushed back.

    My eyes opened, vision momenterily blurred then the white cieling came into sight. I pulled myself up from the hard floor and wiped my tear stained cheeks.
    Images still remained in my head; images of the past, images that caused liquid memories to fall. I was still gasping as i clutched my hand to my chest. Empty. If it were not for it's beating then i would believe i was dead. But would that be best?

    My defences where weakened with the memories from the past. With no one to turn to i rebuilt my defences, stitched up my heart once more and turned to the future. Moving on i was determined not to let the past echo again. To not remember, to not be weak. To be strong.