Desperate Run

by C.J. Riggs

“Please what Max? Let you kill yourself? Of course.” She takes hold of my hand. “This wrist right here,” she points running her slender finger over the exposed tendon. “This skin is perfect, nice and thin and it’ll be so quick.” Her voice singing me to sleep like a lullaby. “You won’t even feel a thing. Which is a lot more than a whore like you deserves.” “But... I-I don’t want–” “You tried it twice before Max, remember... This time there will be nobody here to stop you. You can let it all go here and be... free.” Max, stop. Don’t listen to her. Please don’t do this. My voice screaming into the back of my mind, banging on the glass as I take the small scalpel from her hand. “That’s right Max.” She takes hold of my wrist. My throat dry, my lungs tight. Void of air. So tight I feel like I can’t breathe. “If you do it now, all the pain is over. Draven will never know; I’ll make sure of it. I’ll tell him you left. He could never love you, Max. He has no heart and even if he did, he wouldn’t waste it on you.”