Dear Sister,
All I hear is music.
I don't hear your cries. I don't hear the sound of your bed. All I hear is music. It's coming from your room. It's the only thing I hear. It worries me more. It blocks what's truly important.
It's the same song. It's been playing for 35 hours. I've been counting. We've all tried to open your door countless times since last week but it won't budge. We want the music to stop so we can at least hear your cries to assure us you're alive.
I don't even need you to come out anymore. Just let me hear you. Just let me know you still have a heartbeat.
