She has never felt this alone. She has never been this alone. An undercover agent who hasn't been in the field for six years, she needs something to bring her head back to the real world. Under her skin lays a heart attack, ready to strike at any minute. She needs a move, a way in. Please, somebody.
She hopes for someone who can save her from the razor blades, save her from the starving body that she regretfully lives in. The cabinets in her grungy apartment are empty, she has no money. Clinging to insanity, she hopes the world will ease up on her. She's playing her part in death, walking closer to his door day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. Please, somebody.
It's not that pretty, but this is what she has become. A theiving, greedy, lonely creature that was once inside her is now on the out. She screams in the dark, hoping someone will hear her. There has to be something in her voice that sets someone off. Someone? Anyone? But there is no one.. not a single soul.
Someone get me out of here! Please. Somebody.