Suicide Listener |a dialogue story|

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"Do you have any friends?"

"You're back."

"Is that a problem?" His voice cracks at the end.

"No, no! Not at all. And no, I don't have any friends. Well, I don't have anymore."

"What happened to them?"

"They were never truly my friends."

"Do you miss them?"

"At times."

"Oh..."

"Yes. How are you today?"

"What is your name?"

"... The Listener."

"Your actual name."

"I'm sorry, but I don't give that type of information away to just anyone."

"Can I call you dimples?"

"How do you know that I have dimples?

"Do you?"

"Uh..."

"How are you today?"

I snort.

"Isn't that my question?"

"Yes, but it's nice to hear your own words once in a while."

"I'm doing fine. How are you?"

"Could be better."

"Did something happen?"

"That would be a first if something didn't happened."

"What happened?"

"I want to kill myself."