This is just an introduction to a short story, i'm not sure where to take it...
"So what made you stop?"
Dr. Davidson was bored. He was used to this routine and he was so obviously desperate for it to be over. He would ask all the necessary questions and not one more than he was obligated to. That presented Annabelle Clark with an irresistible challenge : Make the shrink nervous.
Annabelle Clark shrugged her shoulders casually. "Karen walked into the house and called my name. I snapped out of the moment and didn't want to go through the fuss of answering her calls or ignoring them. Trust me, had she not came home we would not be having this conversation." She raised her thin wrist very deliberately and rubbed it an itch just below the the thin line that was half healed across it.
Davidson sighed deeply and tapped his shiny silver pen against the clipboard that was resting against his knee. He wasn't writing anything because she wasn't saying anything worth recording. She wasn't describing a half hearted suicide attempt, she was asking for someone to listen, someone to sympathize then finally someone to give her drugs. Davidson has been at this for six months now and with every session the stories became more and more attention grabbing. The Doctor wasn't going to give in easily but Annabelle was a tough opponent. Davidson straightened up in his hard wooden chair and cleared his throat. Annabelle raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side slightly. She was mentally running through every question he might have while he was analyzing every detail of her story that he would question in detail until she gave up. Which she wouldn't but he wasn't going down without using every weapon in his arsenal.
"You cut both of your wrists, and the wounds aren't deep enough to cause any damage. You say that you stopped when your mother came home home, but why then would you have shallow cuts across both wrists? Unless someone helped you, you would only have a shallow cut on one of your wrists." He said the word shallow with subtle emphasis to show the girl that she was on to her.
Annabelle sighed and shook out her dark brown hair. She took a strand and started twisting it between her fingers. She spoke as if the answer was painfully obvious. "As you know, I've been self mutilating for a while. Cutting as you also know and I've found its more effective to break the skin then go at it again. So that's what I did, I made shallow cuts on either wrist. Then I would cut deeper inside the wound, i figured it would be easier to hit a vein that way." She spoke about her attempt to bleed to death with such indifference that if it was any other patient he would have them under serious observation in an instant. Since this was Annabelle Clark he didn't even flinch.
"What did you use? I was under the impression that your parents removed all sharp objects from your reach in case of a situation like this." He needed a question that's answer was so trite that it would buy him time to analyze her answer to the previous question and come up with a worthy retort.
"Karen and David aren't very creative, I took a pencil sharpener and unscrewed the blade. Don't worry, it was a brand new sharpener. Ugh, I wouldn't use one with pencil dust on it, that must be horrible for ones health."
Another hole the Doctor thought. "What would it matter if the dust was bad for you, if you had succeeded in the deed, we wouldn't be, as you pointed out, having this conversation."
Touche thought Annabelle, he's onto me. She smiled and stretched her arms in front of her, this would be a nice conversation.
