Adrienne walked over to a vacant pay phone. She inserted some coins and dialed one of the only numbers she knew by heart.

"Hello," the voice at the over end answered.

"Case, I'm in so much trouble," she told her friend.

"Where are you? Your dad called me, everyone is freaking out," Case demanded.

"I'm at the airport, in Toronto," Adrienne confessed.

"Toronto, I'm no geography master, but isn't that a few HUNDRED miles away from your school?" Case asked.

"Yeah, Case, come on I need your help," she pleaded.

"What can I do?" he asked in a calmer voice.

"I need you to find the number for Horizon. I can't remember it, and I want to talk to somewhere there before I talk to anyone else," Adrienne explained.

"I'll get it, call me back in ten minutes," Case instructed.

"Okay," she replied.

Adrienne waited by the pay phone until the clock had moved over eight slashes. She inserted some more coins and dialed Case's number again. He picked up after the second ring.

Case read the number off to her, and then he said, "Adrienne, I hope you get better so you can come home, even if it's just for a few days; I miss you."

"I miss you too," she told him.

"Just remember you need to do the right thing. If you always do what is right, there will be nothing left to hide or lie about," Case said.

"Bye," Adrienne said in a near whisper.

"See you around, Adrienne Price," Case answered before hanging up.

Adrienne clutched the telephone number in her fist. She knew Case was right, if she told the truth she would never have anything to hide. Gathering up all her courage, Adrienne slowly tapped the keys on the phone until she heard it ring.

Someone picked up and said, "Hello, Mt. Horizon School." Adrienne swallowed, but she had fear in her chest.

"Hello?" the voice said again.

"I need to speak to Peter," Adrienne blurted out.

"One moment," the person replied.

This seemed to be the longest one moment of her life. She had no idea what she was going to say to Peter besides "I'm sorry."

"This is Peter."

"I sorry," Adrienne said.

"Adrienne?" he questioned.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Where are you?" Peter demanded.

"Toronto," she answered meekly.

"So you didn't get on the plane," he said.

"No, I mean I did, but it doesn't really matter," Adrienne stated.

"No, it doesn't. You're calling because you want help," he told her.

"I know," she replied.

"All you need to do is go to airport security. They'll know who you are," Peter explained.

"Okay," she said. "And Peter thanks for not giving up on me like everyone else has."

"Not a problem," he said.

Adrienne hung up and walked to the security counter. They took her to an airport and drove her to the hospital. The doctor at the hospital was just as surprised as Adrienne when there was nothing further wrong with her arm. He gave her a mild painkiller, and she went to sleep waiting for Peter to arrive. He was having a hard time because of the snowstorm.

When Peter finally arrived, Adrienne was busy picking at her delicious hospital dinner.

"Food is that good huh?" Peter asked. "No, its gross. I never knew you could make Jell-O taste bad," she commented.

"There is first time for everything," Peter told her. "You called me because you know you need help. I'm here to help you."

"Am I in trouble?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, but we can talk about that part later. Why did you run?" Peter asked.

"I don't know," Adrienne said softly.

"Yes, you do," he said pulling out her journal.

"Hey, you weren't supposed to read that," she stated.

"It gives me somewhere to start. I don't think you should call or write home anymore," he told her.

"Are you telling me or just making a suggestion?" Adrienne asked.

"Telling you," Peter said.

"It's my stepmother isn't it?" she questioned.

"Yes," he replied.

"Doesn't surprise me. I bet she told you that if I did I was going to be sent to some mental hospital in Russia. Bitch," she mumbled the last part.

"I would watch your language; it's the last thing you need to be worrying about right now," he commented.

"I really don't care about any stupid rules at the moment," she responded. Adrienne couldn't take it anymore with one swift move she sent her dinner tray sailing across the room. It hit the wall and clanked on the floor a few times before stopping.

"You need to calm down," Peter told her gently.

"No, I need to go and tell everyone what I really think about them," she yelled.

"How about you just tell me what you think about everyone?" he offered.

"Fine, if I do it will you shut up?" she asked.

"No promises, but you might get out of this hospital quicker," Peter said.

"Good enough," Adrienne answered. "Where should I start? How about with the people I can't stand the most. Vicky, that's my stepmom, she doesn't even know me. She thinks I'm some devil-child because my mom ran out on me when I was five. Rachel, my old best friend, told Vicky about me having an affair with a teacher, that was how I ended up here, even though Vicky told you otherwise. She just didn't want her "name" to have a dent in it. It's not even her name."

"Let me ask you a question. Why do you act the way you do?" he asked.

"Act how?" Adrienne asked for clarification.

"Why did you have an affair with a teacher? Why did you kiss Will?" he asked.

"Because I can. I'm in control," Adrienne explained.

"I see you and feel out of control normally?" he pursued.

"Sometimes, I don't feel like myself, and it scares me. My mom had all sorts of psychological problems, and I'm afraid I'll become her," she said.

"You aren't her. You don't have to be anyone," Peter told her.

"I know, tell the voices in my head that," she said wiping tears from her face. There were a few moments of silence. Adrienne finally said, "I was joking about the voices."

Peter smiled, "How can you be telling jokes one minutes than throwing things in rage the next?"

"I forget about everything sometimes, and then I feel fine again. But when I remember, it hurts even more, so then I do crazier things," she explained.

"You know a lot about yourself for someone so quiet," he stated.

"I think, my mind is a much better listener than those rejects over at your school," Adrienne told him.

"Give them a chance, you might be surprised," Peter said.