"So why don't you jut go kill yourself then!"

"Maybe I will!"

Leah slammed her bedroom door and frantically flipped through the numbers in her phone.

"Send," she said as she pressed the send button.

On the other end of the phone a, "Speeeeek!" was heard.

Crying, she left a message, "Mark, I know you're these, please, pick up the phone. I can't take it anymore. Mom is driving me insane. Please, pick up…"

"Hello?"

"Mark?"

"No, this is Roger, Mark isn't here right now… Who is this?"

"It's Leah, his sister… when is he coming back?"

"I don't know, I'll tell him you called."

"No, I can't wait, I need to get out of here… right now."

"Okay… What do you want me to do?"

"Just tell Mark to go to the bus depot as soon as he gets home… please."

"Okay, I will."

"Thanks… bye."

"Bye."

She started packing as soon as she got off the phone. Only the necessities, clothing, a pillow, a little good for the trip, money, AZT… Then she snuck out of the house and went to the bus depot in Scarsdale.