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I looked at Steven. He had a glare in his eyes while he was looking at me.

"Jacks, how could you do this now? Now, when everything's supposed to be good…" Steven said in an unfamiliar tone. It was true disappointment.

"Steven… ummmm…" I had to think of something to say! "It was just a shaving accident! Don't worry about me… it doesn't hurt at all!"

Steven looked back down to the Led Zepplen record. "Jackie, that's what is scaring me. That it didn't hurt," Steven said back to me with a certain chill in his voice. Before looking back up to me, he added one more sentence." Call her, I can't talk to you anymore."

Steven shoved a small piece of paper toward me. I picked it up and left his office. I walked out of the store, and paused outside of the door. I finally unfolded the paper, and saw a messy scrawl.

Angie

529-6015

I folded it again without hesitation. I started walking back to the Forman's, when I saw a payphone. I felt inside of my coat pocket; I had some spare change. I walked into it, and inserted the required amount. As I dialed, I said the numbers to myself.

"5…2…9…6…0…1…5…"

I put the phone up to my ear. 2 rings went by, then I heard a click.

"Hello, this is Angie."

I was relieved to hear her voice. "Hi Angie, this is Jackie. Ummmm, this is kind of weird, but Steven told me to phone you." I heard her sigh from the other line.

"Hyde already called me about you," Angie said with a concerned tone in her voice. "Don't worry Jackie, you're not alone. I'm a cutter Jackie."

I gasped at the thought. Did she actually think I was a cutter! "No… no Angie! It was an accident! Did he not tell you that? Damn him! Angie, it was an accident, you don't have to worry about me!" I said, rushed by my own thoughts.

"Jackie, it's okay to admit it. Don't worry, I can help you. I know this one place, it's called CA. Not many people know about it. It stands for Cutters anonymous. It helped me get over my problems, and I'm sure it will help you too. It meets at the Wisconsin Lodge Motel, at 10 in the morning on Sunday." After that I heard another click as Angie hung up.

I continued to walk back to the Forman's, flustered by what I had heard. Me, a cutter? I don't think so! Ha, the thought almost made me laugh. I kept walking, when I saw a big, wooden building. A red sign hung from it.

"The Wisconsin Lodge Motel…" I said quietly to myself. I shook my head suddenly, then continued in a hurried pace to the Forman's. After about ten minutes I was there. Instead of going into the basement, I got into my car, and drove back to my apartment.

I climbed up the stairs quickly, and entered my room. It was unlocked. I dropped my purse on the couch, then hurried to the bathroom. I started pouring a bath. I undressed, then got inside of the tub. I started scrubbing myself with a wash cloth, and put shampoo in my hair. I washed it out, then grabbed my conditioner bottle. I squeezed out exactly a quarter sized amount of conditioner into my hand, and rubbed it into my hair. I had to wait for 3 minutes until I could wash it out. So I grabbed my razor. I remembered about the cut that morning, so I went to put down the razor again, but I couldn't. It almost seemed glued to my hand. Before I could help myself it went toward my wrist, but before I could cut myself again I dropped the razor.

"Oh my god…" I whispered to myself. "What the hell is happening to me?"

I grabbed the razor from the bottom of the tub, and quickly placed it on the soap dish. I washed out my hair, and drained the tub. I wrapped myself in a towel, and walked to my room. I grabbed a nightie, changed, and walked back out of my room. I grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my head to keep my hair dry. I tried to watch t.v for a while, but I felt tired, so I went back to my room. I saw that it was 8 o'clock by that time, so I crawled into my bed. I couldn't help but look at the calendar that was right next to my bed. It was Saturday. I turned over to my bedside table, and started fiddling around with my alarm clock. I finally turned back over, satisfied. I would be waking up at nine o'clock.

"Tomorrow is going to be very interesting…" I said to the night.

Just as I closed my eyes I heard a noise. I turned onto my back, and sat up.

"Damnit Fez!" I saw Fez walking out of my closet, trying to be quiet. "How long have you been there?"

"Well… long enough to get at least ten pictures!" Fez held up a camera. "Thankyou for inventing cameras that don't flash! Now, I just have one thing to say!" Fez said excitedly while still edging closer to the door. "Dear penthouse!"