He left you at 2:00 PM, It was now 11:00 at night. You’ve blown up his phone, taken PRNS but you’ve run out. You haven’t got any response. You were going into a psychotic break so you called him. “Are you coming home tonight? I just took my last pill. I need to numb the pain.” You left as a voice mail, a brittle voice. You grabbed a lighter and held it to your skin till you heard the door open slowly. “What the fuck are you doing princess? Hmm?”