"...But nobody looks up from the two naked bodies, both of them moaning, their heads lolling slack on their necks. Their eyes stay closed. Steam spiraling up from their fused flesh. Their new branding-iron nipples and heart.
With my fingers straight and held tight together, I raise one hand, the way you would for the Pledge of Allegiance in school, for any promise to be sworn in court, and I give a little wave for the paramedics to look. With my other hand, I tap my chest. Tapping where my own heart's supposed to be.
For an instant, everything feels so important. Almost real.
And I say it again. My secret name. Raising my hand just a tiny bit higher, so someone might actually finally look and see me."
-- the ending from Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk