He pulls his hands over his head and shakes off the sight of me. I can just imagine what he’s saying to his co-worker sitting beside him. He sits up and starts to head for the door, and I simutaniously try to move towards him.

I trip over my heels and fall to the ground. I’m shaking in embaressment. I try to crawl towards him in attempt to explain myself, but my arms collapse beneath me. I am paralyzed with fright. I can feel a few people trying to help me, but it’s no use. The little piece of my heart left has been consumed in vain, and I can feel my entire body going numb. I am completely artificial now. There is nothing real left of me. I have traded in too many pieces of life, and I can no longer function. I just lay on stage as the freak I am.