“I"m trying to decide if I should kill myself now, or wait five minutes.”
My precognition hadn"t warned me about Tom’s call, but I hadn’t asked it. I pressed the cellphone into my ear hard enough to hurt, trying to compensate for the crackling connection and the passing traffic. “You don"t really want to do that, dude. You still have options. There"s other meds out there.”
“They won"t work. Nothing works. There"s no hope.”
I sat on a bench and forced my hands to stay still. My friends are important to me—I have to keep them. If I failed, Tom might kill himself while talking to me. The thought heated my blood until the air felt cool. “Can I come down there?”
“Don"t bother. I tried a knife, but it wasn"t sharp enough to cut through my neck.”
Tom had fought clinical depression for two ye
