(play)
She wishes she could go back and change everything, but it's too late now.
(rewind)
The day they call her name is the happiest day of her life. She is fifteen and frothing to kill, bloodlust like fire in her veins. So they call her and she steps forward with a smile.
(fast forward)
Her knives are ballerinas, thin streaks of silver dancing across the stage of a child's face. Her laughter spirals up into the sky and victory sings and the world is at peace.
(stop)
A pair of hands land on her shoulders. She screams.
(eject tape)