"I see a red door and I want to paint it black."
Cassandra sang as she wandered down the streets, mind buzzing and screaming. The drugs from court helped in the short term, but now the voices were tearing her apart.
"No No colors anymore I want them to turn black."
So far, only singing was helping her mind stay focused, at least a little. It was time to do what she had been planning back in Los Angeles. She just needed somewhere to start.
"I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes! I have to turn my head until my darkness goes!"
Now if only she could remember where she heard that song before...