To keep me awake this time, I brought a coke with me. I didn't want to fall asleep, and risk loosing my job.
I was just about to open my coke when the phone rang. "California's suicide hotline. What's your name and situation?" I said with a worried tone.
"I-it's Grayson again. Do you remember me?" He sobbed into the phone
"Yeah, I remember. What's going on Grayson?" I worriedly asked.
"I got the blade and cut myself too much this time..I-I don't want to cut, it hurts." Grayson cried.
"Grayson listen to me, don't cut yourself it's not going to make things better. Put the blade away and talk to me." I said.
"But the world hurts more than the blade against my skin." He said.
"Grayson, do you know what my name is? Do you want to know?" I asked.
"W-what?" He stopped crying for a couple seconds.
"My name is Molly." I said trying to sound happy.
"Molly I want to die." He said, his voice getting darker.
"No Grayson, lis--"
He hung up.