Patricia flipped through the channels on the tv, and not so patiently waiting for Eddie to get out of class and skype her. She finally paused on one of those crime shows where someone is murdered, and you can probably care less about the victim. You have no attachment to them and a two minutes scene of them getting murdered will probably get a small pity for them, but not too much.

The phone rang as the victim's boss was getting interviewed, but Patricia wasn't really even interested so the phone call was a nice relief. She picked up cell phone and noticed the caller idea was Jerome which caused a smile.

"Hello Slimeball," she said teasingly.

"Patricia," He said with a tense voice. She knew this is how he got before he cried making her feel anxious knowing she couldn't do much in another country. "-uh-" He paused for a long second before speaking again in a cracked voice. "It's Joy."

Patricia's heart dropped. She knew Joy had battled with depression through her life, but she never thought that she'd do it. Try to end her life.

"What happened?" she asked.

"She slit her wrists in the tub. I came home from work and-" but the boy's sobs took over. He babbled uselessly into the phone but Patricia was not listening anyway.

"Is she okay?" she whispered, half hoping Jerome didn't hear her.

"No." He replied and he broke down fully. No coherent word was spoken in the next half hour by either of them.

Finally, after about 45 minutes on the phone, they parted ways solemnly. Both were exhausted physically, emotionally, and mentally. Both hoping that Joy could get out of critical condition. Both hoping that other didn't think that the little brunette was a lost cause now.


Her mind rushes as she tries to figure out what to do, merely skimming over the rough truth and instead just thinking of a way to help Jerome.

I can't let him do this alone. He's going to be a mess and not thinking straight for the next couple of hours.

She quickly packed a bag and ran out the door. New York was only four hours behind England and a six hour flight isn't too bad.

She reached New York at 5am New York time. She had slept somewhat on the flight, but it was nightmares that plagued her that kept waking her up. At least they weren't as bad as her real life nightmare.


Multi which I will update once a week. Currently deciding what day I will. -Dani