"I've got you, I've got you on my mind."

She was dressed to kill. Or at least she would've been if anyone could've seen her. She glided into the room, her long glittering dress swishing around her legs, the material hugging her like a second skin. Her heels click-clacked across the floor. She was a vision of beauty, her long blonde hair done up in an elegantly loose up-do on-top of her head. She slipped into the room, her slender fingers grazing across the surfaces she passed. She approached the young girl sitting in the middle of the room, an air of calmness, of elegance, of peace surrounding her. She tenderly bent down and brushed the hair behind the crying girl's ear. Leaning down, she parted her soft red lips and whispered two words into the girls ear. Tenderly watching the girl as she sniffled and nodded, seemingly to herself. The girl, who had been formerly sitting on her bed, her legs curled up under her hands, lifted her head as a small smile graced her features. She brushed away her tears and slowly unfurled herself. She got up and slipped out the door, a new sense of purpose filling her being. The lady watched as the girl left, a smile flitting across her face. She stood to her full height and glided back out of the door, her job done. The words she whispered surrounded her like a warm jacket as she stepped outside, holding her up straighter as she walked down the streets illuminated in the glow of the streetlights. Two simple words from the wisdom of an invisible voice. The voice representing all things woman. "Get even."