I breathe in deeply, and knock on the door. After about a minute it opens to reveal Kelsey's mom.
"Oh... You are Fred right?"
"Frank," I correct. We both stand awkwardly, staring at the floor. "Can I talk to Kelsey?"
"You mean California?"
"I mean Kelsey." Kelsey's mom rubs her forehead.
"She's not home."
"I can wait." She glares at me.
"Fine I'll lead you to her room." Kelsey's mom steps back and I follow her up the stairs. "There." She points to a door and walks away. I hate her. I edge towards it and knock. Stupid. I open it slowly and then slam it the rest of the way.
"Kelsey?" I walk over to her bed in the corner of her pink room. She's laying sprawled on top of her butterfly quilt with an empty water bottle next to her. My foot makes contact with something small. A pill bottle rolls away from my foot. "Kelsey!" I shake her shoulders. "Wake up," I scream.
"Frank?" I snap my head to look at Alex.
"Call the goddamn ambulance!" She takes in the situation and whips out her phone.
"Kelsey... Please."