Its so scary here. Alone. I'm back stage with the cleaner. He keeps staring. I want to run but I'm stuck here. I don't think either of us is breathing until he murmers "tiny troubled Talia". He wants me dead. I can see him reach for my breast, I scream. No one cares. They laugh at my horrer. He still comes nearer, murmuring madness. I kick him. His face flushes with purple anger.
Long story short, I got bleach dumped on me. How was your Christmas?
