(Woman. Telephone. Bottle of Pills.)

(She looks at the telephone.)

(Taking a deep breath, she picks up the receiver and dials a number.)

Hello, Mom? ...
Mom? ...
I know you're there Mom, you answered the phone. ...
Hello?
I know you're listening, could you at least say "hello"?
Mom...

(How to put this?:) I want you to come see me.
I know that's not what you want to hear right now.
But I've been thinking this over... and dammit, Mom, this is not about you, it's about me.
It's my life, so I don't think I should be apologizing anymore.
At least not today.
Tomorrow you can tell me how I brought it on myself, but today, I want you to come over here and see me.
Or at least say, "hello".
I'm all alone here, and you won't even say, "hello".
All right, I can't take this. I'm gonna hang up. If you wanna talk, you can call me.

(She hangs up.)

(Pause.)

(The phone rings.)