It’s that time again…

-What time? I don’t remember…

You don’t?

-It’s only been a few days…

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

-These last few days have been busy busy busy.

Work and school and work and school and-

-I remember…

Alone time…

-In the corner of your room, with your friend.

I threw him away!

-He shouldn’t be here anymore!

Go look in your nightstand.

-Go get him for me.

Go get him.

-No!

-No!

-He’s not my friend!

-He’s not my friend!

I know, he’s our friend.

-He hurts…

He feels good.

-He hurts!

Deal with it!

-No…

He’ll help you.

-No, he won’t.

-He’s going to hurt me.

-He always does.

-He always hurts me.

-He’s not my friend.

Nothing else makes us feel alive like he does.

-There’s so many more things than him!

-There’s-

There’s nothing!

-There are so many people that care about me!

-There are so many things that make life worth it!

Nothing is worth it when I can’t feel him.

-He’s just a knife…

He’s our knife.

He has our blood in his hands.

-I’m done with him…

Go get him.

-No.

Go get him…

-No…

Go get him!

-...ok.

You feel that?

-...yes.

It feels so good…

Keep going.

-I want to stop…

Don’t.

-...ok.