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"What. The Fuck." she exclaims as she falls over backwards and the towel flus from her hands.

Sitting in a drunken stupor she stares at the mannequins among the room. They're people she knows, her parents, her friends, even her producer is there arranged around the room.

Then she spots the one she thought shed never see. Michael, her fiance. She can't hold back the emotions, the tears flow freely. She crawls through the sand named towards the balcony. She stops at his feet and convulses.

"Why! What the Fuck is going on!? Why are you hear?"

[i]Fuck I'm losing it. I'm losing it. I need to sleep. That's it, I haven't slept in days. None of this is real. None of it. How could it be? Too many horror movies, not enough sleep. That's all.[/i]

She stands up and touches Michael's glass face. "I miss you so much, but you have to go now. This isnt real baby. This isnt real." She stands for a few minutes touching the face of the mannequin, crying and shaking. Finally she slowly walks to the bed and lies herself down under the covers. She pulls them over her head and cries herself to sleep.