"Used?" "Yeah used and that's all you'll ever be. Some washed up lowlife, a sack of plastic damaged goods bad for the environment and the people surrounding it. You've become a social pariah wishing you had just a taste of what belongs to me." She chuckled darkly, "Oh darling we may share the same face, but you could never EVER be me." Hot tears streamed down my face as I stared at the person I thought I knew. I turn my back to her and begin to walk off, but an iron grip has latched to my arm. "Necklace." She says coldly grip tightening.