Tortured Soul

The first thing I remember is the sound of laughter. It was like the sound of bells, chiming in sync and beauty. It echoed off the walls of my mind, beating in my chest. The sound of children's laughter made me want to open my eyes for the first time. "Foxy, can you say hi?" Was that me? "This is Pirate Cove, where you will be staying." Pirate Cove. My home.