The night before

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"you've reached Martin Blackwood sorry I can't come to the phone right, please leave a message or call me at (number)"

And there was a beep after.

"Hey Martin, I know it's silly to be calling you I don't know if your...driving or anything but I would really like to talk to you right now.."
I held the knife in my hand.

"I'm having a hard time talking myself out of something and I really want a second opinion..call me.."

and I hung up, I know he was not a friend but he felt close to one..and if he could I would want him to talk me out of this.

I sighed as I looked at the clock showing the time.

10:42pm

"I guess I should.." what was I doing with myself I couldn't do this, not well they're there...

"Why was this so nerve racking, I already tired it before so, why was I so scared. Maybe I-"

I sighed trying to come to my senses, was leaving there going to be a good thing for me? If I just left them there.

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