Chapter Seven
How to Save A Life
Cut scene from Chapter 7 of Runaway Train. Picks up directly after the Social worker greets Carolyn and Lizzie in Amy's hospital room.
While they were talking Lizzie slipped out knowing she had to make a few phone calls. She dropped her coins into the slot on the pay phone and dialed a number she had gotten familiar with over the years.
"Hello?" The familiar voice answered.
Lizzie sighed, thankful that she was home.
"Nancy, it's Liz. I know it's late, I hope I didn't wake Aiden up. I just needed to let you know that Derek found Amy and she is in the hospital. She apparently made her way out to the Hamptons and broke into their summer house. Derek found her on the bathroom floor nearly dead with her wrist slit." She paused, waiting for some sort of response. When she heard none she continued.
"There is a social worker from CPS here, and there is a good chance mom might lose custody of her temporarily." She sniffled.
"Are you really surprised Liz? God, dead or removed from the family, either would be better for us all after the hell she has continually put us through." Nancy snarked emotionlessly.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Nance?" Lizzie exploded.
"Did you not hear what I said? I said she nearly fucking died. She tried to kill herself. Our 14 year old sister tried to kill herself. What was life like for us at 14? Nearly fucking perfect. Dad was alive and he was trying to fix up the basement in his free time. We all got along. We loved Amy so much as our little sister, and now you wish she was dead? What the hell happened to you? I don't even recognize you anymore." Lizzie ranted incredulously.
"Me? What happened to her? She's the one who has made life hell for mom. If she needed help she should've said something, instead of spinning out of control and fucking up everyone elses lives. I have to go Liz, I have a laboring mom I have to get back to." Nancy said with finality.
Liz heard the click on the other end and slammed the phone down onto the receiver in response. She debated calling Kathleen but she expected much of the same reaction, if not worse, so she didn't bother.
Sighing she pressed her back against the wall, sliding down to the floor. She was tired, frustrated, angry and hurt. She didn't know what to do. She gently placed her hand on her belly, whispering softly.
"Don't worry baby, we're gonna figure this all out and Auntie Amy will be okay. Somehow."
