music in her head

You start with a song. Something, Everyone will soon know. Usually about someone you love or the feeling of being left alone.
She has played it over and over again in her head. Pictures of him soon to be dead.
A pencil and paper are her only comfort, in this time of dieing. One to write her many thoughts. And one to hold her precious memories.
Thinking that he would never know how she really felt. Kept everday a bleeding afternoon, Rain in the morning, and a Gunshot at night.