LILITH I get coffee from the ancient but ever-full coffee pot, which is why the building smells of burnt coffee with an after taste of mildew. I wipe down everything with my handi-wipes and Lysol my headset, twice for good measure. The person before me left used tissues all over the floor. Can’t they hit the garbage can?! I use a handi-wipe to pick them up and then sanitize my hands twice and Lysol the floor just to be safe. Eeuw! I fill out my log book and listen to the calls during my shift. Every time the red button lights up I find myself on the edge of my seat. I realize I am waiting for a British accent to come on the line and when it doesn’t, I’m a little disappointed. “Suicide Prevention, this is Lilith, how may I help you?” “I need help,” she says, her voice sounding near hysterics. “That’s what I’m here for. Can you tell me your name?” “Stephanie,” she says as she takes a deep breath.
