(April…1…2001)

This was “Your” day….”Your” birthday….and the day of “your” performance…And no one could ruin it for you..

You slowly approached the stage coming from behind the curtain your feet curled perfectly on the cold slick wooden floor….You moved perfectly just like you practice every day with your instructor also your mother….You were pure perfection…Your body moving gracefully with a soft delicate ray of the music…..

Than…

You reach the end of your graceful dance planting on the middle of the stage to bow. You couldn’t help but smile as you lowered your head….Unaware of anyone’s hate for you..you are warm and kind and perfect…you hated no one so therefore you thought no one could hate you..

You stood expecting to hear the sound of people cheering and applauding your beautiful performance….But it was silent…. You could’ve sworn you could hear everyone’s breathing…Your eyes open to a feeling you did not feel before…A warm liquid traveling from your head down to your shoulders…You look to see your white leotard and skirt your shoes your stockings your hair…Red…a warm crimson red….You looked up you saw the lights….And also someone with your face…..