"Hello- is-...
Is this the suicide hotline?"
"Y-Yes?"
"You don't sound so sure."
"Sorry. I was just surprised. It's a Thursday night, we don't get many calls."
"I'm even a burden to the suicide hotline. Good to know."
"That's not what I meant. My name is Philip, you may call me Phil. What's yours?"
"D-Dan...iel."
"Okay Daniel, why did you call?"
"Isn't it obvious? And call me Dan."
"Well... I like to give people time to explain, to talk while I listen."
"..."
"What are you doing right now?"
"Having a tea party with my brain, on a chair. With a rope? Did you want an invitation?"
"Dan how old are you?"
"14..."
"Wh- you are so young Dan! Please get off the chair.. safely."
"Does this sound safe to you phil?"
"Huh?"
*click*
"Dan?"
"Daniel!??"
"Ugh fuck. Hang up then."
