I woke up shackled to a chair. I didn't know how I got there, the blindfold was coming up and I could see just a little light and shadows. The shadows are what scared me, who were these people and why are they here. Better yet why am I here, what did I do to deserve this. The voices, one of the voices is me, yet I'm not saying anything. The other, who is that? An ex-lover? I think his name was Daniel. I was young when I met him and we parted on decent terms, why am I here? I try to call out, but nothing comes. Daniel talks about his upper-class family and how it didn't matter. It did matter, it mattered to me that his mother thought me trash. I'm not trash, I argue with him. The truth is, it does matter. If it had come to a life and death situation, it would matter. Would they save the struggling artist or the Politician's prodigy son? I know the answer, do you? It matters. My fear subsided and I awoke, unshackled before he told me he loved me, I remember the conversation so many years ago. Yet I walked out anyway.