And your locked inside my heart, and your Melody's an art, no I won’t let the terror in I'm stealing time from the eye of the needle
The smell was repulsive. It was alcohol but I was hell bent sure it was stale. My head was bound to split with the severe migraine I was having. Then it hit me where I was and what I had seen. Throwing caution to the wind and the bewilderment of the people all round me, I hurried to Cathy's room. Her body covered with a white net. The first shock had shook me but not like it did the second time. I froze then gently peeled the net from her face. My hands trembling with every movement. The tears were burning my eye lids. The first fell when I saw her pale face. Someone had cleaned her up. There were no symptoms of the earlier blood stains. Even the sheets were
