Leah lay down and she fell asleep fast. She tossed and turned in her sleep.
She was awoken by Roger.
"Leah, Leah, wake up. C'mon wake up." She jolted awake. Roger was sitting next to her on the couch, crouching over her, shaking her awake. "Are you okay?"
"What the hell are you doing? Get off me!" She started freaking out at Roger. She pulled away, got up and starting backing away.
"What's wrong? You were screaming in your sleep, you kicked me in the stomach. What's wrong with you?" He got up and tried to get her to settle down.
"Leave me alone, please, don't touch me." She was backed into the wall. He grabbed her to stop her from hurting herself.
"Shh, it's okay." She started punching him.
"Get off me! Leave me alone! Please…" She was crying, yet so angry.
Mark walked in.
"Okay, what the hell are you two doing!" This frightened Roger and he let go of Leah. She ran to Mark and hugged him, crying into his chest.
"She was screaming… and kicking… and freaking out… while she was sleeping." Roger said, trying to explain himself.
"Are you okay?" Mark said pulling Leah off of him.
"Yeah… Just really scared… I don't know why… I'm so fucked up."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm really messed up." She started to walk away toward the fire excape. Her hysterical crying had subsided unusually quick.
"You are not, stop it." Mark said, somewhat following her. He stopped by the couch putting his camera and bag down. Leag was stukk making her way toward the fire escape, very slowly, yet she was almost there. Roger was just standing in the room stunned by everything happening.
Leah finally made it out to the fire escape and she stood on the railing. Mark hadn't been paying any attention.
"Uh, Mark?" Roger motioned out the window. Mark looked over to see Leah pulling a Titanic move of the streets over Avenue A.
"What the fuck!" Mark ran over to the window and pulled her inside. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you insane?"
"Sometimes."
"What is wrong with you?"
"Everything… yeah that about sums it up. You have no idea what has been going on in my life, Boo, nothing. Did you know I'm taking this," she pulled a prescription bottle out of her pocket, "now? Yeah, I bet mom didn't tell you that one. Or maybe she tried but you never answered the fucking phone. Yes, you're baby sister has AIDS. And as soon as this is gone, I'm done, I give up, Boo. I can't stand it anymore, I'm done." Mark just looked at his sister, stunned, along with Roger. How could his little, baby sister have AIDS, how could his little Lili have AIDS? And why? AIDS had destroyed so many of his friends' lives and his own life, how could this possibly be happening right now?
"Uh… um… I--" He reached for her but she pulled away.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter." She ran out the door and to the roof.
