Sasha ran her finger around the edge of her cup. "Eric moved to Pensacola." She whispered.

"Oh God!" Trevor whispered under his breath. "When did that happen?"

"The beginning of the year."

"And when did you start cutting again?"

"About a week after he moved there."

"Have you seen him yet?"

Sasha shook her head. "No. He just calls me several times a week."

"Have you seen Dr. Travers since Eric moved closer?"

Sasha shook her head. "I thought I could control myself. With all of the counseling I've already been through, I thought I had the means for coping."

"So, what made you decide to call me?"

Sasha looked at her cup of tea. She knew Trevor was there to help her but admitting she had cut as severely as she had on Saturday was frightening to admit to anyone. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Trevor's roommate.

"Hi Sasha!" He said kissing the top of her head. "Long time no see!" He laughed. "I guess that's a good thing though!"

"Hi Ben. Its good to see you too."

"I just came in to get some juice and then I'm outtie."

"Its OK Ben. You don't have to pretend you don't know why I'm here." She smiled meekly. "I messed up." She said softly.

Trevor was almost afraid to ask his next question. "How badly did you mess up Sasha?"

"Bad." She closed her eyes and reminded herself to breathe. She scooted her chair out from the table enough that Trevor could see her legs. She slowly inched the hem of her skirt up, revealing the damage she had inflicted on Saturday night. Trevor gasped. Ben dropped the bottle of juice he had taken out of the refrigerator. "I told you I messed up." She whispered biting her lip.