The Sound of a Violin...

'Curiosity kills the cat'.
But I've always wondered:
'If that was true, why did adults always encourage us as children to ask more questions?'
I wished that I would find out soon...
But now I'm wishing I never did...

Monday, May 18, 2009

CHAPTER 1

It's hot...

I'm Burning.

I'm sweating all over.
Why? Isn't it night time?
The wind should be strong shouldn't it?
But why does it feel like I'm squashed... a bit stuffy...

I'm Burning.

My throat feels raspy and dry, like a bush about to catch fire.
I open my mouth to shout but all that comes out is a wheeze.
I'm too weak to sit up in bed properly either.

But I'm still Burning.

The air is suddenly knocked out of my lungs, as I feel something warm and wraps itself around my neck, forcing me down, and then it suddenly feels like millions of spines poking into both the inside and outside of my throat.
I gasp for breath as I start swooning.

badump...

badump...

badump...
The beat of my heart fills my mind. -badump-
I can feel the rush of blood making me sweat cold sweat as it goes upppp and down upppp and down- which makes me even dizzier-
SHIT...

The pain feels real.

4:53 AM
`playing my own requiem