They are always there. Always calling to me, at school, at parties, and even with my closest friends. “Come on babe,” they’ll say, “just grab that pair of scissors from your backpack, go to the bathroom, and we can play around for a little while.” I try to remain focused on whatever the task is at hand, but they continue to seduce me. “You know you want to,” they’ll say. I tell them to wait until tonight to ease them, and as the stern voice weakens to murmurs, I can still hear them. I continue through my day, soothing the cries with the phrase “just wait until tonight.” My long sleeve itches my arm, but I must hide all evidence…