That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.