Two Bells, Two Rings And A SkuTwo Bells, Two Rings And A Skull I am going back along to the same Scottich roads that are now so fermiler to me now. The same fields that look the same as the next one, only once in a while does one look different. Even the houses along the road are beginning to look like the one a bit ferther along the road. Everything lookes the same now. My mum and dad split up when I was 5 years old. I can't really remember what happened. But I remember the auguments they use to have, I always felt sad when I heard them two fight. My dad was Scottich so he moved back up to Scotland and I stayed with my mum in London. I got to see my dad once a week
Screaming but no one there! Screaming but no one there! I released it was a mistake as soon as turned thr corner. I lent against the wall and looked up at the sky. What had I just done? What made me do it? But thinking about it makes me sick. 9:55pm, the night before, when I walked into the hospital. Bit too young aren't you love when I told the respenist I was 15 years old. What is she to comment? She does not know the background. Hours later I was screaming my head off. He should be here. But he's not. The pain was as painfully as knifes cutting inside you whilst your still concuss and can fell everything. Gas and air: no good. Epedrull: waste of time. "Head