Abby, Don't Go

She's in the bathroom
Leaning towards the mirror
Starring into dark eyes
That stare right back.

She's got a decision to make,
Should she stay or should she go?
She asks the question again;
Indecisive again.

She lifts a pale hand,
Puts it on the mirror
And hags her head
Hand forms a fist

The call from under,
Calling for to the table
But she doesn't want to go.
Eyes the sponges squeezed tight.

She drops her arms to the counter
Eyelashes can't hold all.
Like dams bursting
Tears overflow

The call comes again,
She won't more
She's not coming,
She's afraid of what happens there.

She lifts her head,
A tear streaked face looks at her
Dark hair covering red, puffy eyes.
She doesn't bother with the tears.

Peals her long sleeves back,
Keeps them at her elbows.
Forearms mutilated
With pale vertical scars.

She looks at the razor
Sitting on the counter-top
The urge to use,
And Destroy.

How did she get here?
She wraps her arms around herself tight.
What happens?
Holds herself together.

There's a voice outside the door
Loud and harsh
Demanding she come
Demanding she emerge.

She steps back,
Gets in the shower and draws the curtain
Sitting with knees at chest.
Hands over ears and eyes shut tight.

She doesn't move until the voice is gone.
Bloodshot eyes wide.
She trembled with fear,
How could she escape?

Out of the shower,
Back to the counter
Hand hesitating
Just about the razor.

With a scream,
She sends the razor crashing
She's back against the wall
Hands on her head and crying.

She's sliding down the door
She's breathing shortly
She's terrified
She's starring ahead

How could she think that?
How couldn't she think that?
With all that's going on,
How couldn't she think that?

She crawls foreword without thinking
Numb fingers find the razor
And take the blade out
The razor falls

A  voice outside the door,
Soft and comforting
Calling her name,
"Abby! Abby!"

"Why are you here?" Abby asks.
Standing, but gripping the blade tighter
"I came to see you, I miss you."
Abby's eyes welled with tears

Face suddenly flashed hot
With rage.
"You're lying!" Abby screamed
She lifted the blade toward her neck.

"What? No!" The voice replied quickly.
"You would never come to see me!" Abby yelled.
"You hate me!"
Abby breathed deeply.

"Abby, I don't hate you." The sounded paniced
"You're my best friend."
"Liar!" Abby shrieked.
"I'm not lyring!"

Abby shivered,
The metal was cold against her skin.
"Abby! Abby, answer me!" The voice pounded on the door
"Abby, don't do it!" The called without seeing.

The voice wasn't real, she told herself
It was only her mind
Trying to trick her
Trick her into living

Their was shouting outside
The voice was frantic
Parents notified.
They didn't care.

"Abby!" The voice pounded on the door again
Then was replaced by speeding footfalls
Abby dropped to her knees
"Abby! Hold on! Don't!" The voice was back.

Abby hand shook
Why was she hesitating?
The voice wasn't real
It wasn't her friend

She could hear the door rattle
Fingers fumbling
Abby pressed the blade against her skin
Why couldn't she do it?

The door knob turns, and a figure lungs in.
Abby panics and presses the blade into her neck
Blood spills from the cut on her neck
Abby gasps.

The figure grabs Abby's wrist
Abby struggles
She hasn't made a deep cut
Nor a big cut

The figure pulls the blade from her hand
Throws it on the floor
"Help!" The figure shouts
No raised alarm

Blood pools in the slit
Flowing over pale flesh
Alabaster hue
Staining ruby red

The cry rings again like a bell
The voice comes again
A whimpering call
With no answer

Abby struggles
Hallucinations go away
But this person, with hands on her shoulders
Was going no where

"Abby, why?" The person asks
This person shouldn't care
Yet, the voice was soaked and dripped
With sorrow and fear

Were they scared that she would die?
Afraid to loose her?
No
She couldn't hope for such things

Then why stop the blade?
Stop the cut from getting deeper
Why let the tears fall?
So convincing.

"Abby, stay here!"
The voice trembled
"Don't leave! Please!"
A dial tone

Abby's lips form
The whispers of words
Words unspoken
Caught in her throat.

Vision blurred
Consciousness fading
Hearing slipping
Feeling numbing

Tears fell and mixed with blood.
Abby stars at the person who cries for her.
"Abby, don't go!"
The person screams.