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Maybe He believes in you?

Yeah well he can fuck himself and get a new PR campaign.

What's wrong?

I have holes through my wrists. An inch in diameter and I didn't do it.

I'm a little pissed.

Whoa. Stigmata? Seriously?

Apparently. I've got a priest from the Vatican here telling me that's what it is. I'm an atheist though. I smoke, drink, have sex, do drugs and obviously swear.

Wow. Eeek.

Tell me about it. I was sitting in the bath tub with some candles and some wine. Ruined a perfectly good night.

I'm Frankie by the way.

I'm Baileigh.

So, just...bam, all of the sudden you were bleeding and had big holes through your wrists? Wow.

You've got gorgeous hair. I'm a hair dresser so I notice

Pretty much. It hurt like a bitch when it was being done. I could hear the hammer ringing in my head and everything. It doesn't hurt now though, which is weird because I know it should.

That's fine, most people don't.

Yeah most people don't have holes through their wrists either.

Holes I didn't put there.

...really? Do you? Like really real holes, not like fake "oh give me attention invisible stigmata whoo-whoo" holes? ...do they bleed?

Yeah I want holes through and through my wrists. I love being me and I don't want the kind of attention this is getting me. They bleed when they're touched. Otherwise, they're fine.

Mm.

Advice? Stay away from the talk show circuit. They will drive you bananas.

You sound like you know what you're talking about. I won't be going on any talkshows. I just want to get back to my nice, normal life.

A little!

Yeah, staying low key'd be a good idea. Otherwise you get the crazies callin' you at all hours of the night, all "HEAL MY BABY!!" or "GO BACK TO HELL, ANTICHRIST" and junk.

So you had the holes through your wrists thing happen to? Andrew said it happens to other people. Usually very devout people.

Yeah. No thanks.

Hands, actually, feet and ribs. The hands don't make much sense but I think it's more like symbolic than anythin' else. How long?

I know, annoying, right?

Uhm...a couple of days ago. The hospital made me stay for twenty four hours. They still think I did this to myself.

Feet? That had to hurt when it was being done.

ooc: I'm sort of going along with the timeline of the movie a bit. I have no idea what I'll do with her since at the end she's sort of dead but I'll figure that out when I get there.

Yeah, that's doctors for you. Can't blame 'em.

I don't really remember the first time.

I can't say I really blame them but I'm the last person that's going to try and kill myself. I love being me.

The first time? It's happened more than once?

For some reason they're really reluctant to believe that they just Happen. Stupid doctors. With their stupid tests.

Yeah, like every month. I call it my Jesus-period.