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A light escaping from a pinhole in this room of complete and total darkness. In the middle of the room a small child, limp as her body is in a lifeless pile. The sound of a train's whistle can be heard in the distance coming closer and closer until it is deafening. The room is spinning, the room is spinning, the room **won't stop spinning**. And then all at once it stops. The young girl bolts awake a scream escaping her lips, until she can not scream any more.

*"Mommy my head hurts."* she whispers, as she comforts holds her head. *"Mommy I'm hungry."* she whispers, as she holds her stomach. *"Mommy I'm dead."* she whispers, as she holds her self in a state of disbelief. No one this young was meant to experience this fate. The young girl's eyes meet with the pinhole of light from the ceiling. What would take but a second now takes hours as she uses every ounce of strength to sit up

*"Pick me up."* she cries, from her slumped sitting position. The pinhole opens slightly, the spotlight hitting her on the top of the head. Her palms stretch up and outward, every bone in her body feels like lead as she tilts her head and stares at this blinding light. *"Pick me up.*" she repeats, choking on her own tears and pain. 

The hole now opens to spotlight Ferra completely. The silence in the box is interrupted with obnoxious applause and the sound of her dance recital's music routine coming to a close. **"Thank you for coming."** a distorted voice says from an unknown area of the darkness. 

It repeats itself until it becomes a dull ringing sound.

*"Pick me up."* Ferra pleads her last plead, and begins to be carefully lifted from the box.