He didn't. He couldn't. She stumbles to the phone and reaches with a shaking hand.
The automated voice rings in her ears. She screams silently. Collapses.
Its not real. Its not true.
She redials.
Hello?
She cries. Inaudible pleads down the phone. The dial tone echoes through her head.
She falls to her knees. Scrambles to the bathroom.
Razor blade clutched tight. Staring hard in the mirror.
He doesn't love me. He never loved me.
Tiny droplets of blood. Staining her skin.
He hates you. He always will.
More blood. And more.
She starts to panick. Reaching for the phone again.
