her heart thuds, beats against her chest like a caged bird. faintly, she hears some sound, far off, though from where or what she does not know.
a voice? laughter? no...it is something else.
it grows, as she struggles to make sense of it; her thoughts feel fragmented, muddled, too far away. her heart pounds harder.
rhythm...rhyme...repeating...
a song. yes, a song. but she does not know it. she shudders as the melody twirls and bounces off the walls of her mind.
“yes you do.”
who is that, talking to her?
echoes on and on and on…
melancholy chords… fading away...
it all swims in her head.
madness.