Steve Fierce

Found and Lost

June 15 2010 Just listening to the ringing through the phone was hard. It was one of those things that he thought would push him over the edge, although there were many of those. “Suicide Hotline” the voice on the other end said, bursting through the line, Ron wasn’t really expecting anyone to answer; it was one of those times where it was going to be just two more rings and I’m hanging up. After all no one could really help now, or could they? His voice shook as he slowly said “I have nothing left to go on for” The voice responded as reassuringly as possible, “That can’t be true.” She said. “I am more than sure you have a lot going for you. I am here to help you figure that out… Who am I speaking with?” Ron hesitated for a moment deciding if he wanted to give his real name, then decided it doesn’t matter. “Ron” He said. “We’ll Ron, I’m in this with you for the long haul if you want me to be. My name is Rita. What’s going on Ron?” “Oh forget it, this is a waste of time” Ron yelled and threw his phone across the room from where he was sitting in his small one bedroom apartment. It narrowly missed a lamp on an end table and bounced off the back of the couch landing on the seat.