Chris stared at the paper for a while. He slowly stood up and walked over to the counter, grabbing a knife from the drawer. He brought it over to where the paper was and laid it down.
His eyes moved back and forth between the paper and the knife. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed...
But his desires overruled every other thought in his mind, and he grabbed the knife. He only cut a small line on his fingertip, just enough for a tiny bit of blood...
What is it you want?
Chris watched the blood seep through the opening in his finger. He took a deep breath and pressed his finger to the paper.
Jonny.
Then suddenly the phone began to ring. Chris started, spun around and froze, eyes wide with fear.
Answer the freaking phone!!
Leave it... this is too weird.
