[She flexes her hands, cracking apart thin layers of fresh scabs. New blood seeps up over dried blood and dirt. Time and time again she gives him ways out, but he never takes them. She pushes and pulls him and he just seems to like her more.]

That's not good enough. [She takes her hair away from him, pulling it over one shoulder and smearing it red.] I want you to know, not think. I want everyone to know. If I'm really number one in your life, then I wanna feel like it.

[Hot and cold.]