I don't have the luxury of feeling emotions. My life's been rough, but no one cares. Hell, even I don't care. I'm living on my own terms now. My crystal blue eyes stare back at me from the mirror on my wall. It's time. I grab my clutch and pull my short red dress down to about mid-thigh, knowing it'll ride back up soon anyway. One last glance in the mirror, checking my makeup. The gold eyeshadow shines from behind my long, black lashes and my dark red lipstick complements my dress. It'll work.