Chapter 19: The One with the Escape

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A/N: The title of this chapter doesn't give away anything, does it? ;)

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Patricia laid her head against the mass of pillows that Molly had so expertly arranged on the bed. She felt restless. She decided to think of cold things – maybe it would help. The feel of the ocean in the Hamptons, the delicious ice cream Monica makes, and snow. Like the snow that yearly flutters down onto Central Park.

What Patricia would give to go lie in the snow. The thought is so fleeting; it made her wonder about the last time she lay down to make a snow angel, or felt gentle snowflakes on her skin. The teen looked longingly at the window across from her bed; it was her one companion in this room.

Just a train ride away, on the other side of the glass, is New York, and the brunette imagined the wind that rushes down Fifth Avenue right at this moment, the smell of hot chocolate as it cascades out of Central Perk, and the ice skaters at Rockefeller. She imagined herself at those places; at the very least Patricia wished that she could press her cheek against the cold glass that presents all of the city to her.

Patricia shook her head, thinking of times past, before everything happened. She wished she could take back all those times she complained about being too hot, or too cold, or being bored, or too busy. She wished she could take all those times back, and just be happy to be in the moment. All of her little complaints seemed so silly, so trite, especially now.

The brunette wanted to believe, like just any challenge of her life, that this, too, will be something that she would eventually conquer, overcome. That she would have the opportunity to go on and to stop thinking about suicide. It just isn't fair.

But no one said life was fair.

Patricia closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes and she struggled to keep them at bay. Those tears seemed to come all too easily these days, and it is even harder to keep trying to hide them.

Patricia ate her dinner quietly at the table and didn't jump into the conversations that were had. She just looked down at her dinner, avoiding eye contact with her brother and the help. Her mother was in her room and didn't come down for dinner today, which the brunette was somewhat thankful for.

Derek shot Patricia concerned looks while eating his dinner. He knew these last few days, hell before their Dad died it was hard for her. He never saw her like this, only once. The day before she ran away to New York.

The raven haired boy sighed quietly. It was the best place for her when Dad wasn't here, their mother wouldn't hurt them when there Dad was there, but he's not here anymore.

After dinner Derek sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He looked at the TV guide to see what channel That 70s Show was on. The smart boy had to admit that it wasn't his favourite thing to watch but his sister loved it and she loved Ashton Kutcher. He couldn't see what the big fuss was about.

He looked over to see his sister exiting the dining room so he called her over to watch this with her. The teen girl reluctantly agreed and sat down beside her brother to watch the two episodes of her favourite show.

"You gotta that what you gotta do if it keeps you safe and happy." Derek whispered to his sister sometime during the show. Patricia looked up at him with a confused expression. "Just remember to call."

Something clicked in Patricia's mind, processing the information so it made sense. She just nodded slowly unsure of what she was going to do.

Patricia looked at her digital clock for the time. It was one a.m. and everyone in the house was asleep except for her. She quietly got out of bed, when she reached the floor she pulled out a suitcase from under her bed. The brunette quickly packed her clothes, things, shoes, bank account details, DVDs and posters; basically anything she could get her hands on.

The teen girl had to pack two suitcases altogether, way more stuff then the last time because she was more prepared. She changed into: ( wwwDOTpolyvoreDotcom/cgi/set?id=72329024).

She rolled her suitcases into her bathroom and she opened her window, where she had escaped the last time. The teen girl picked up one of her suitcases, saying a silent prayer before pushing it out the window. She looked below to see that he landed safely on the small trampoline they kept outside and she repeated the same action with her other suitcase.

Patricia went back into her room and slowly and quietly crept into her brother's room. She left a note on his nightstand and kissed his head before going back to her room. She grabbed a long rope that was made out of a few sheets that she used last time and she went to the bathroom.

She safely secured it and started to climb down the wall. The brunette felt adrenaline pump through her veins as the sense of freedom and rebelliousness conquered. She landed safely on the ground before she gave a hard tug on the rope made from sheets, which fell on her.

Patricia let out a small giggle before picking the sheet up and tucking it into her suitcase. She picked up her suitcase and started walking to a nearby town. It was cold seeing that it was November but lucky for her it wasn't raining.

The brunette took a train all the way to Bronx and she decided to stay in a motel. The man who ran it was a creep but his wife was lovely and gave her a cheap discount on the room she was staying in.

Patricia went up to her room. It wasn't half bad, it had all the necessities a room needed but it didn't hold a candle to the hotel room in London. She quickly got dressed for bed and went into the bed, falling asleep peacefully.

Monica was standing on the balcony, watching the sunset while looking out over Manhattan. She felt strong, caring arms wrap around her and she was pulled back into a warm, welcoming chest. She let out a soft sigh.

"Hey." Chandler whispered softly and kissed her cheek.

"Hey." She said softly as she ran her hands up and down his arms.

"What you thinking about?" The tall man asked.

"You're going to think I'm crazy." Monica replied turning around to face Chandler and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I have a string gut feeling that we'll be seeing Patricia soon."

"I have that feeling too." Chandler said nodding his head. "So did the others, especially Pheebs."

"I hope she is coming." The brunette told her boyfriend and rested her head in the crook of his neck and they stayed like that for a while.

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