Piece by piece

by Mr Rhee   Aug 16, 2007


(sigh. . . .!) I don't know. I don't know, anymore.
It was supposed to be so easy. Nothing, well maybe not nothing, could go wrong.
All you had to do was make sure the water was ice cold. That's all I asked. Just ice cold water. It's what makes the skin go numb the fastest, even if it stings for a while.
The first cut was a waste, too. If I hadn't felt all that was happening, I'd have been able to concentrate on the blade. Man, it would've been perfect. Now what am
I going to do? I can't start over.
Well, come on. Let's get this done then. We've come
too far just to quit now. Now, help me with this. Grab that end. Yeah, that's it. OK, hold it right there. Ready? Good, now give me that knife.
OK. OK. Uuhh...oh hell! Wait! No, don't let go!
It's just blood, man! C'mon! Look. Just hold the arm.
Right there. Right there...uuh-yeeaah!
Oh, God that hurts! Hold on. Hold...on! mmmph!
Wait. OK, there. The pain killer's starting to kick in.
Alright, now you've got to do the rest. C'mon, just like we said. Piece be piece, till I'm all gone.
OK, here's the arm. And after that, start with the toes. Then work your way up from there. It's alright, don't worry. There's no pain now. Just remember, by the time you get to my chest I'll be gone. You good?
OK,(sigh!) go ahead. Start cutting.

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