Perfection... that was all it took. Everyone wanted her to bend to their knees... to listen without question. And that's what she did. And no matter how hard she tried... she couldn't do it. She fell into a pit of control... she was being used like a marionette on a stage. Nobody could see her... hear her... *BE* her. Relationships? No. Living? No. It was only what those vile people wanted. And they wanted a perfect little... ballerina. And so, when she got that letter... she thought she'd be free of her situation... free from those men and women who only saw her as a puppet.... Oh, how wrong she was.
