Drunk at 3 am she knew the phone was the most dangerous form of self-abuse. A few numbers on the screen will take away months of peace and solitude. All she wanted was to hear his voice one more time: raspy, soothing, and the drug she could never cure. Push it. Push dial and get it over with already. The fight in her head waged war between that familiar Angel and Devil that sat on her delicate shoulders. Tonight they weighed heavy and desired relief. Push it just one more time before you hit that final erase. Are you scared?