I start. “Um… It’s a motel,” I say. “I doubt it. I mean it had half night fares!” I chuckle nervously then run my thumb over my wrist. She looks down at the paisley sheets and I carry on quickly: “But I think I saw a little diner place a couple blocks down? I can drive to get us something?”

She nods.

“Want to come?”

She shakes her head.

“Well, ok!” I can hear my voice jump up four optives. How does she do this to me?

I grab the room key and the keys to the Goldwing and back out, nervously. Getting to the entrance I realise I left my razor in my jacket pocket, stained with blood. I panic, but I doubt Phe will go rooting through my pockets. I hope, anyway.

I sigh. Ophelia is the only person who makes me not want to die, but whenever I’m with her I seem to make everything worse. She was about to tell me. I bite my tongue, taste the blood, and feel myself deserve the pain.

What was it mother had said? Juliet did it to herself, but society got her to that place. I never understood. Maybe, finally…