1-800-SUICIDE
Hello?
Are you there?
(Do you care?)
Do you think you can help me?
You can?
(I so doubt it.)
Everything is falling apart.
And I can't take it anymore.
(You've probably heard this before.)
I'm 15 -- 16 in two months.
I don't drink, smoke or do drugs.
(Unless you count Paxil and lithium.)
But I hate school and my parents --
Yes, I guess I consider myself unattractive.
(Are you reading from a script?)
Well, if I'm so pretty, why don't boys like me?
Why did my parents put me in fat camp?
(Why do I eat only to puke it up purpose?)
Yeah, I make good grades, but no one cares.
People only like jocks and cheerleaders.
(What good are grades for popularity?)
My parents don't care about me.
I'm just a trained pet to them.
(Don't tell me they care!)
No, I can't think of one good thing about myself.
That's my problem, isn't it?
(You are reading from a script!)
I have tried!
For eight years I've tried!
(You psychobabbling whore!)
Do you really want to hear my story?
Do you have a few hours to kill?
(I'm sure this job will look good on your résumé.)
I was diagnosed with bulemia.
My parents hired a nurse, who made me eat.
(I still found a way to puke it up.)
They watched every move I made.
The kids called me Annie, short for anorexia.
(Not that you know what being teased is like, Little Miss Bubbly.)
I went to the bathroom one day.
I saw a stick figure of me humping a Snickers.
(I heard you stifle that giggle!)
I took a whole box of cold pills.
I wanted to end it all.
(Are you going to gossip about this to your little girlfriends now?)
The nurse caught me and I was committed.
I was drugged up and locked away in the mental ward.
(Can you even guess what that's like?)
I think the drugs messed me up even more.
All I did was sit around and stare at space.
(Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to cry.)
The therapists were like Inquisitors.
They only heard what they already assumed about me.
(Did you read The Crucible or Cliff's Notes?)
I told them I wasn't suicidal anymore.
Obviously, I lied if I'm calling you.
(Do I really have a lot to live for?)
I was still drugged up and kept hidden in my room.
I was an ugly secret to my parents.
(God forbid they ask why I tried to die!)
By my "house arrest" didn't protect me.
This town is still pretty small.
(And full of fuckwits.)
What happened were phone calls --
Jeering, teasing, cruel and evil.
(Damn straight, it sucked!)
I was told to ignore them.
But the calls just would not stop!
(In fact, they got worse.)
My parents want me back in school tomorrow.
I can't face those people again.
(I'd like to see how you would like getting teased all the time?)
Yes, that's why I want to die.
Anything is better than my life.
(I have nothing else to lose anyway.)
I'll be like hara-kiri.
I'll take a long ritual bath.
(Oh, now you care!)
But I don't have a disemboweling sword.
And I don't have a friend to cut off my head.
(I thought you would care, but you really don't.)
I'll just go with what I have.
Something quicker than pills.
(Like a car wreck, ain't I?)
I'm sorry to bother you.
But thanks for your time.
(You can't help me anyway.)
I'll go take my bath now.
Goodbye.
(Do I really have the balls for a second try?)