One Cut

by Alyson Grant

She's crying out for help. Will she be heard?

One Cut

By

Alyson Grant

One cut.
Two.
Three cuts.
Four.

I watch as the dark red drops

Fall to the floor.

One cut.
Two.
Three cuts.
Four.

So hypnotic.

Why can't I stop this?

I need to stop this.

One cut.
Two.
Three cuts.
Four.

I need to stop.

STOP IT!

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

My hand slides into my pocket.

My blood stains the fabric of my dark blue jeans.

I call the man I trust.

One ring.
Two.
Three rings.
Four.

Where are you?

Why won't you pick up the phone?

I need you.

I am…pathetic.

"Hello?"

"Hi Tommy."

I slide down to the cold surface of my bathroom floor.

Can you make me better?