Chapter thirty seven

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

"The unfortunate. I think I know what it means, the unfortunate are those who have the power to dream. That means the music didn’t kill me because it can’t and that’s the same reason why it didn’t kill her, the music only complied her to kill herself because it only has the power to torture her” she said as she wiped her tears

"It does really matter now, even if the music can’t kill me, I won’t be able to leave the rest of my life in this house with the memories of my friend's death" she whimpered

She kept thinking about how she will stop the music alone, she can’t possibly do that alone, she needs someone to help her.

"Lyon! why,” she cried out

As her tears roll down to her chin, she heard a knock on the door

"Vickie, open the door why did you lock it inside.”

She wiped her tears before she held the door handle and stood up.

"Open the door.” he yelled as he kept knocking on the door.

She stood behind the door, she didn’t know what to do as she kep