Crisis
Center this is Mark.
Uh
hi. My name is Vicki. I need to talk to someone. Can I talk to you, Mark?
Yes,
Vicki. I’m here to listen.
Good.
That’s what I need. I need someone to listen.
What’s
going on tonight, Vicki.
It’s
Daniel. My boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend now, I guess.
I
see.
We’ve
been together for five years. Then tonight…he said terrible things, Mark. We
both said terrible things.
I
see. Are you alone right now, Vicki?
Yes
Mark. I am. Very alone.
Are
you thinking of—
Of
doing something to myself? Yes. I am, Mark. I’m thinking about it right now. Mark?
Yes
Vicki.
How
tall are you?
I’m
uh…about six foot.
What
color hair do you have?
…why?
I mean, why do you want to know?
Daniel
has dark hair. Sort of long. Long-ish. I bet you do too. You sound like you
have dark hair.
Yes.
Well. Let’s talk about you. About why you called tonight.
Yes
Mark.
So
you and Daniel had an argument.
We
had a fight. He said terrible things.
You’ve
been with him, five years, is that right?
Yes
Mark.
Have
you had fights like this before?
Oh
jesus, have we ever. But we usually make up. Then we screw. We screw until dawn. We screw until it hurts.
Vicki.
Daniel’s
gone, Mark. I’m all alone. I’m all alone now Mark.
I’m
here, Vicki. I’m listening.
He called
me sick. He said I had a sickness.
Well.
I don’t expect that felt very good. To hear that.
No
Mark. It didn’t. It didn’t feel very good.
Vicki,
I—
You
know what does feel good, though, Mark? When it’s hard. And it’s inside me.
When I’m wet and it’s big and hard inside me…
Vicki
I don’t think—
No.
Don’t think, Mark…don’t…think. Listen. Just listen. Can you see it, Mark? Can
you see it, there in my pretty pink fingers? Is it hard Mark make it hard and
put it inside me big and oh Mark OH OH MARK OH…oh…mark…mark…
Ahem.
Uh. Vicki?
…yes…I’m
here…oh Mark…that was fantastic…
Vicki?
Yes,
Mark.
Where
is Daniel?
Who?
Daniel.
The man who shattered your dreams. Broke your heart in two. That guy.
Oh.
“Daniel”.
There
is no crisis. Is there, Vicki.
You’re
wrong about that. Men come here, Mark, we screw. And I think I’m alive. They
leave, and the sickness begins.
Vicki.
I
look in the mirror. Bubbles are coming out of my mouth. My hair’s floating over
my head.