88This is the final chapter of volume two of Fudge's Origins trilogy.
Trigger Warning: Note the summary for sensitive themes.
Chapter 10- Dark Day
I tried to tell myself that I didn't care about what happened with my father. I tried to act like the only thing that mattered was that I had a loving family in Radiator Springs and loving relatives in Thomasville. However, every time I thought about what happened that day at the hospital, I would want to cry. He was my father! He was supposed to love me! How could he not want me? In addition to that, I'd come to the conclusion that my mother was no better. She'd abandoned me in Radiator Springs!
My nightmares came back too. Nearly every night, I'd wake up screaming bloody murder and my fathers would rush to comfort me. That made me feel better, but I was sure that nobody really liked me (how could I be sure my family genuinely liked me and weren't just pretending to like me like everyone else?).
"Please don't leave me!" I begged Guido and Luigi.
"We are not going to leave you", they promised.
"How do I know you're not going to leave me?"
"When have we ever left you, angel?" Luigi wondered. Not once did he and Guido ask me why I asked these questions or told me I was being ridiculous.
"People always leave me!" I wept. "People don't like me! They just pretend to! That's what Piper and Mackenzie did! It's what Zara and Layla did! It's what lots of other kids have done! My own parents don't even want me! I'm not good enough for anybody!"
"But you are good enough!" Luigi insisted.
"(There are people who love you!)" Guido chimed in. "(Everyone in Radiator Springs, your brother and sister, even Lightning's racing friends.)"
I wasn't convinced. So, I was still hurting.
There wasn't just emotional pain, but physical pain as well. That came back too, which did nothing to improve my mood. The doctors still wouldn't do anything. If they told me to get plenty of rest and take my medication one more time, I was gonna lose it.
This is the part I'm not proud of: Three days after I met my father, I decided I'd had enough. I just wanted the pain to go away. My family kept telling me it would get better, but that didn't seem to be happening. Ever since the accident, every time I thought my life couldn't get any worse, it seemed to do exactly that. I couldn't take it anymore.
I knew I couldn't do anything when anybody was around because I knew they would try to stop me, try to tell me how it was all going to get better. After God knows how many times they told me that and it wasn't true, I knew better. So, one morning, when Guido and Luigi had already left for Flo's while I slept in, I went down into the kitchen and looked in the cupboard under the sink. There was a whole bottle of bleach that Luigi had bought the day before. I knew it would do what I wanted to do and I thought taking something would be the easiest option... But should I? I thought, staring at it in my hands. I was too afraid to go through with this, but I felt like I should do it. It was the only way to make the pain stop. Slowly and with shaking hands, I started to unscrew the lid when...
"Fudgie?"
I jumped at the sound of Luigi's voice. "Hi!" I called out, making sure the lid was on tight and putting the bleach back.
"There you are, my little angel!" He kissed me. "Buon giorno!"
"Buon giorno", I repeated, trying to sound upbeat.
"Are you okay?" he asked me worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I answered.
He eyed me suspiciously. "Are you looking for something?"
"Yeah!" I repeated, pulling the first thing I could find out from the cupboard. "This sponge!"
"What for?"
"Spills."
Luigi frowned and looked around the kitchen. "I don't see any spills."
"But you know me", I informed him. "I always spill stuff. So, I wanna be ready."
Luigi gave me a funny look. I could tell he didn't believe me.
I decided to change the subject. "Is there still some food left over at Flo's?"
"Yes, but Mater was having seconds, so you should go now."
"Okay!" So, I went.
I think Luigi knew I was up to something, but didn't know what. I was grateful for that.
Whenever there was a moment where I was on my own, I was thinking if I could do it then. Just run off and grab some oil or bleach or pills or whatever and let my problems fade away. Every time, though, someone would come and interrupt me. Then the moment would pass. They could all tell I was up to something and would ask me if I was okay. I told them yes, but I don't think they believed me. Even I didn't believe me.
The same thing happened when I prepared myself to jump off the bridge at the waterfall. (I figured it would just be a jump to freedom and happiness.) Lightning and Sally came up on a drive to the Wheel Well.
"Be careful, Fudge!" Lightning called to me, pulling me away from the edge. "You'll fall if you get any closer!"
I groaned. That's the idea! I felt like screaming at him. Why did my family seem to want me to suffer? Whenever I tried to do something about it, they came up and stopped me. Well, as soon as Lightning and Sally were gone, that was it. I was sure I wouldn't be interrupted now. I was gonna jump off the cliff before they got back.
"Fudge!" Sally added. "Luigi wanted to see you! He said it was important!"
I let out another groan. Why couldn't I be left alone?
"Fine!" I sighed reluctantly, heading back down the mountain towards town.
"Ah! Fudgie!" Luigi exclaimed. He and a bunch of the others were gathered at Flo's. "There you are! We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions."
My heart pounded. I wondered if it was about how I was feeling lately.
However, Luigi asked me, "It is your birthday tomorrow and we do not know what you want for your special birthday dinner... So, what do you want for dinner?"
I'd been so depressed lately that I'd completely forgotten about my birthday the next day.
I shrugged, not really able to think about food at a time like this. "I don't know... Surprise me."
Well, that was the wrong thing to say.
"Are you sure, honey?" Flo questioned in surprise. "We can have anything you want. It is your birthday."
"It's fine", I muttered.
"What's wrong, soldier?" Sarge wondered.
"Nothing", I mumbled, starting to walk away.
"Fudgie." Luigi pulled me back gently. "Is this about what happened with your father?"
I didn't answer.
"Fudgie!" he exclaimed sympathetically. "You can talk to us about anything! You know that!"
Well, yeah, but the only response I'd get is how things would get better.
So, I got another long speech about how I still had a loving family, who I could tell anything and, of course, things would get better. I tuned them out after a while, not really in the mood to hear this again.
I didn't get the chance to slip away and be on my own at all that day. I was disappointed, but maybe tomorrow... Did I really want to die on my birthday? Not really, but how good could my birthday be when I was this depressed? If anything, it would be the best birthday present I could give myself... Wait a sec. What was I thinking? How could I do that to my family? How could I give them such heartache on a day like today? My decision was made. I'd just have to wait another day.
Unfortunately, when I woke up, I was in excruciating pain. Once again, I couldn't even get out of bed.
"Poor baby!" Luigi exclaimed sympathetically. "Feeling like this on your birthday!" He kissed me. "I will go and ask Flo to bring your breakfast over for you." With another kiss, he left me with Guido to go and get Flo.
That was my first sign I was in for a rough day.
I ended up falling back asleep for a while before I heard Flo's voice.
"Fudge, wake up, honey! Happy birthday!"
I opened my eyes. At least I had chocolate chip pancakes to look forward to one last time! I could taste those melting chocolate chips and vanilla ice cream already! This was what I always had on my birthday, every year without fail. So, I was more than a little surprised to find that Flo had brought me plain old cereal.
I think she knew how disappointed I was. "I'm really sorry, honey, but there was a huge disaster in the kitchen today. I burnt your birthday breakfast. I'm so sorry!"
"It's fine." I tried not to let my disappointment show, but I don't think I did a very good job. So, that was my second sign I was in for a rough day.
Just as Flo was spooning the last bit of cereal into my mouth, the rest of my family came pouring into my room.
"Happy birthday, Fudge!" they all greeted me cheerily.
Well, it wasn't so far.
"We got ya some presents!" Mater exclaimed, thrusting a whole bunch of presents at me.
"Really?"
Lightning laughed. "Of course we did! It's your birthday!"
"Why do you sound so surprised, man?" Fillmore wondered.
"Never mind", I muttered, not wanting to say, Because nothing's been going right for me lately. I didn't want to sound like an ungrateful cow.
So, everyone began to sing "Happy Birthday" and I opened my presents. Most of the presents were things like books and clothes; I even got a Typo gift card, which was cool! However, as nice as all of my presents were, I couldn't get very enthusiastic when I was in so much pain and I was depressed.
I think Luigi sensed I wasn't myself. He sighed. "Maybe we should let you get some rest, Fudgie", he suggested.
"Yeah... I think I'm gonna take another nap."
"Okay." He kissed me and everyone left my room.
That was at about nine-thirty in the morning. I slept for a while, but was surprised to wake up when Flo was calling me again. By then, it was quarter to one!
"I can't believe I slept that long", I muttered sleepily.
"Well, you haven't been well, honey", Flo pointed out. "How you feeling now?"
"A little better", I replied. "I think I might be able to get up in an hour or two."
"Well, first, I got some lunch for you." Flo gave me a tray of soup and sandwiches.
"Thanks, Flo."
"And Luigi said your sister was going to call you later", she added as I began eating.
I managed a small smile. "That'll be nice... I've been worrying about Sammy."
"Well, you can ask soon." She beamed at me. "And once I've finished making sure you've eaten your lunch, I'm gonna get your birthday dinner organised."
I felt a little better after lunch. I was able to get dressed and get out of bed. I didn't go far, though. I wanted to make sure I was close by if Sammy called. So, I lounged on the couch and read one of my new books. Sammy didn't call. Lightning and Mater came over and played some Wii Sports with me. Sammy didn't call. I talked to Guido and Luigi. Sammy didn't call. I read another book. Sammy didn't call. I took another nap...
"Did I get any calls?" I questioned.
Luigi shook his hood. "Sammy said she was going to call, though."
"I know. But she hasn't yet." I opened the fridge and pulled out a glass of juice.
"I am sure she will", Luigi assured me gently. He gave me a kiss. "In the meantime, why don't you start getting ready for your birthday dinner?"
"What do I need to do?" I wondered.
So, at Luigi's suggestion, I changed into clothes I hadn't just slept in and washed my face and hands. By six-thirty, the time we normally hold my birthday dinner, I was ready to go. Normally, everyone else is ready and waiting for me.
Unfortunately, this year, that was not the case. The only one there was Flo.
"Where the hell is everyone?" I questioned as I sat down inside the café.
"They should be here any minute, honey", Flo assured me. "Lightning and Sally just went into Ashgrove to pick up the cake."
"You got a cake from Ashgrove?" Normally, Flo bakes the cake herself.
"Yeah, I would've baked it myself, but I haven't had time with the disaster I had in the kitchen. So, if you just wait a few minutes, everyone else will be here and we'll have a very nice dinner."
So, Luigi, Guido, Flo and I waited and waited and waited. I was beginning to get annoyed. How slowly could time go by?
"What time is it?" I demanded.
Flo glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Seven o'clock."
"They're half an hour late!" I moaned.
"They will be here soon", Luigi insisted.
"I'm starving!" I went on. "Can't we please get started on dinner?"
"Just wait a little longer, sweet pea", Flo instructed me gently.
By quarter past seven, I was begging again to eat now. Flo and my fathers insisted that the others would be there any minute.
By seven-thirty, all of the food had gone cold.
"We'll microwave the food when they get here", Flo promised, seeing the frustrated look on my face.
By eight o'clock, I'd had enough. I was practically falling asleep and willing myself not to cry... How could the people I thought loved me the most not even care about me on my birthday? My sister hadn't called me and most of my family hadn't even bothered to show up to my birthday dinner! I hadn't heard anything from any of them! Did they just not care enough to come? I needed them now more than ever, but... Look at this.
At one point, at about quarter past eight, my parents and Flo all moved into the kitchen. I decided that now was the right time. I leapt up from the table and ran across the street inside the tyre shop and up to my room, blinded by the tears.
The first thing I did was scribble a short journal entry. It was a goodbye letter for my family and I stuck a Post-It note onto the page, labelled: OPEN HERE. I placed the journal back in its usual spot, sure that my family would eventually find it.
My next stop was the bathroom and my memory gets pretty hazy about this part too. I opened up the cabinet in my bathroom where my medication was. My medication was supposed to make my pain go away, but so far, it hadn't. But now, that was exactly what I was using it for. I slipped double the amount I was supposed to have in my mouth. I waited for a couple of moments, but I wasn't feeling any different. So, I decided to take another dosage. I started to feel a little funny, but I wasn't sure if it would be enough. So, I tried another one.
I lost count of how many times I did this before the room started spinning. My stomach was churning like a washing machine. There was a painful ringing in my ears. I thought I was going to throw up. I lurched a couple of times before the vomit came flowing out.
Just as I was contemplating whether or not I should have another dosage, I felt my knees buckle. I couldn't stand anymore, so I hit the floor with a thud. As my eyes started to close, I knew this was it. I knew my pain was going to be over soon.
I don't know how long I was lying there (thinking that things were about to be okay) when Luigi came in. I don't really remember things very well, but I'm pretty sure I heard Luigi scream.
"Fudgie!" he cried, his voice sounding far away, like I was hearing it from underwater. "Fudgie, wake up! Fudgie!"
All I could do was let out a low groan. I couldn't believe it! This wasn't how this was supposed to go! Why did Luigi have to come in and ruin my plan?
I heard him reach for the phone and started babbling away about how he'd found me on the floor. In between telling the story, he started screaming, "Guido! Guido, where are you?!"
What felt like a second later, I saw a flash of blue and heard another scream.
"Help me, Guido!" Luigi begged tearfully. "Fudgie needs a pillow and a blanket!"
I don't remember Guido leaving, but I do remember him covering me with the pillow and blanket, talking in a soothing voice.
"Go and get Sheriff and Sarge!" Luigi instructed Guido.
So, Guido disappeared again and the next thing I remember is Sarge by my head.
"Sheriff's on his way!" he reported. "Fillmore's getting him and then waiting to show the paramedics where to go!"
"Okay!" Just with that one word, Luigi sounded hysterical.
"Fudge, can you hear me, soldier?" he asked.
My only response was another groan.
He readjusted my blanket and placed his tyre in my hand. "You're all right, you're all right", he whispered in a quiet, gentle voice I'd never heard Sarge use before.
"I just found her like this!" Luigi wept. "I don't know what..."
I missed stuff. I remember Sheriff arriving, but my vision was too blurred. I remember that they were talking, but I was unable to decipher any words. They were all just crowded around me. I remember Jennyfur brushing her head up against my leg. I closed my eyes again...
"Can you tell me your name?"
"What's your first name?"
My eyes cracked open and I could see two humans that I didn't recognise. They'd put me on the stretcher and wrapped me into a foil blanket. I groaned again.
"It is okay, Fudgie", I heard Luigi whisper gently. "We are going to the hospital."
I wasn't quite with it, but I couldn't help sobs escaping from me. I was so upset that my plan hadn't worked. And that I was still feeling bad.
The next thing I remembered was a slow beeping noise. I felt a strong sense of déjà vu when I woke up in the hospital with my head still spinning, my stomach still churning and an obnoxious ringing in my head. Both my fathers were parked by my bedside, holding my hands.
"Oh!" Luigi exclaimed. "My angel!" He smothered my face in kisses. "How are you feeling?"
"What happened?" I muttered groggily.
"We will tell you in a minute", Luigi assured me. "How are you feeling?"
"Dizzy... Sick... What's going on?"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I remembered what had happened. The memories of trying to get rid of my pain came rushing back to me. Now, I knew that it hadn't worked.
I really felt déjà vu when a doctor came in and asked me questions to test my memory, which I answered as accurately and honestly as I could.
"I had too much of my medication", I mumbled. "I just wanted the pain to stop."
Well, that was true.
Luigi nodded. "Yes. We noticed too many of your pills were gone", he informed me. "Why did you take so much?"
"I told you. I wanted the pain to stop."
"Was it an accident?" Luigi questioned worriedly.
I groaned again, out of pain and annoyance. "Yes, it was an accident."
There was a long moment of silence before Luigi changed the subject.
"Everyone is so worried about you! They were very sorry they did not make it to your birthday dinner! There was a lot of traffic on the road and Mater accidentally locked most of them in the impound!"
How convenient! I thought bitterly.
"Your brother is here too", Luigi went on. "He left Sammy to be with you."
That made me feel incredibly guilty. Just because I'd tried and failed to end my pain, RJ had abandoned my cancer-fighting sister. How selfish was I? Maybe that's what I was doing wrong. Maybe that was why nobody liked me. I never meant to be, but I was quite often selfish. If only I'd succeeded. Maybe then, people wouldn't have to put up with me doing stuff like that.
However, I didn't say any of that. All I did was ask, "How long was I out?"
"Three days."
"(Fudgie, why did you take so much medication at one time?)" Guido questioned gently. "(You know they are in doses for a reason.)"
"Well, it wasn't working", I muttered. "I was still hurting!"
That was true too and my fathers were none the wiser. They didn't seem to suspect that I'd done what I did and I wanted it to keep it that way. I didn't want them to try to stop me. Luckily, when the rest of my Radiator Springs family came to see me, none of them seemed to suspect anything either. They asked me all of the questions Guido and Luigi had, but all seemed to accept that I'd been in pain and wanted it to stop. So, I took a little bit more medication than I was supposed to have.
"Well, it's good that you learned your lesson, soldier", Sarge remarked with a sympathetic smile. "We don't want you scaring us like this again."
"Yeah..." I was already planning on what I'd have to do differently if I wanted to succeed.
I wondered why it didn't work. Then I had a theory; I'd heard of a cat brushing up against their owner, who was about to jump out of a storey window. People said that that cat gave their owner one of their nine lives! That must've been what Jennyfur did to me!
However, when RJ came to see me and Sammy was video chatting with me, neither of them were fooled.
"It wasn't an accident, was it, Fudge?" RJ greeted me bluntly.
"What... What makes you say that?" I stammered.
"Come on, Fudge!" Sammy scoffed. Her southern accent came out thicker. "You may have your family fooled, but you ain't foolin' us! It wasn't an accident!"
"If it wasn't an accident, wouldn't Guido and Luigi be able to tell?" I challenged them. "They can always tell when I'm lying!"
"They've just chalked it up to you not being well", RJ explained.
"Lucky for you 'cause you're the world's worst liar!" Sammy added. "Come on! We know you're lyin' to us now! Now, tell us! Why'd you do it?!"
There was no BS with Sammy, so I just had to say it. "Okay. Yes. Fine! It wasn't an accident!" I admitted, tears rushing down my face. "I was trying to kill myself!"
God! It was so horrible to hear those words out loud!
"Oh, no!" RJ exclaimed. "Fudge, why would you do that?"
"Please don't tell my dads!" I begged, sobbing.
"It's all right!" Sammy tried to comfort me. "Just talk to us!"
I shook my head.
"Fudge!" RJ put his arm around me and I was grateful for that. Until the incident with Dad, he and I had never really been close. "There are people who love you and care about you. They can't help you if you don't talk to them. Just talk about what's bothering you."
I shook my head again. "You don't care!" I cried, jerking away from my brother. "You don't care!"
"Then why did we ask?" Sammy quizzed me.
"People never care about me!" I shouted. "They just use me and make fun of me and leave me!"
RJ sighed and put his arm back around me. "Does this have something to do with what happened with Dad"
I nodded. "He's not the only one!" Along with a flood of tears came a flood of words as I vented about everything that had happened to me recently: the pain I'd been in, Sammy's cancer and, of course, the amount of times people had hurt me. I was still hurting pretty badly, but I felt a hell of a lot better once I'd talked about it.
Neither my brother nor sister said a word while I spoke. They just let me talk.
"Nothing's been going right for me since the accident!" I wept. "And how can I tell who's really there for me?! I just seem to surround myself with the wrong people! People who just pretend to like me! They must do because I'm so unlikable!"
"Fudge, people like you", Sammy reasoned once I'd stopped talking. "There are plenty of people who care about you, who want to help you."
"How can I be sure of that?" I questioned, wiping my eyes and face.
"Well, your family in Radiator Springs have never broken a promise, have they?" RJ asked me sensibly.
"They kept telling me things were gonna get better! They've been telling me that for two and a half years and things still haven't gotten better!" In that moment, as much as I loved my brother and sister, I wished I could turn back the clock to when I was nine, ten years old. When it was just Luigi, Guido, Lightning, Sally, Mater, Flo, Ramone, Sarge, Fillmore, Lizzie, Red, Sheriff, Doc and me. When I was happy! My life had gone downhill since Doc died.
"They're probably doing that to make themselves feel better too", RJ explained. "They want you to be okay and need to reassure themselves as well as you."
I sniffled. "I guess..."
"They've opened up their homes and their hearts to you when you needed it the most", Sammy added. "They've been here, worried sick about you and they felt terrible that they missed your birthday dinner."
Well, that was true.
"There's plenty of people you can talk to if you're hurting, Fudge", Sammy went on.
"Please don't tell my fathers!" I begged again. "I don't want them to worry about me! Please don't tell them!" It was then that I realised that I really hadn't wanted to make them worry about me.
"See?" Sammy tried to hide a grin. "You know they'd be worried about you because they care about you!"
"Please don't tell them!"
Both of them were silent for a long time.
"All right", RJ decided finally. "We won't tell them. But only on one condition."
"What's that?"
He looked me straight in the eyes. "That you do. Fudge, these are your parents and they love you very much. If you just talk to them, they'll want to help you."
"I know..." I admitted. I guess I knew that all along, but I'd just been too busy self-pitying to see it.
"So, will you talk to them?" Sammy wanted to know.
"Yeah... I... just need to figure out what I'm gonna say."
"You just tell 'em what you told us", Sammy informed me.
"Yeah, but I don't think I can say it the same way. I just need to..."
They both nodded. "Yeah."
"I'm so glad you failed!" Sammy informed me. "I would hate to lose you. And hey! Maybe now, you have a chance to get some help... RJ, could you hug her for me?"
"Maybe..." I responded uncertainly as RJ hugged me for Sammy. The hug felt good; it made me wish my sister was right there with me.
I had no idea what I was going to say to Guido and Luigi when they came back into my room. I was nervous of how they'd react and I was just too embarrassed to tell them, but I knew I just had to do it.
"Hey, guys?" I ventured, taking a deep breath.
"What is it, baby?" Luigi questioned absently as he and Guido put the covers over me and made sure I was comfortable.
I took another deep breath. "We need to talk", I began nervously.
I think my dads knew I was serious, so they stopped what they were doing and looked my way. I had their full attention now.
"What is this about, angel?" Luigi wanted to know, taking my hand.
"It's about why I'm in hospital..." My heart was pounding, but I just had to draw in another deep breath and let it out slowly. "I haven't been feeling well lately..."
"We know", Luigi whispered gently.
I nodded weakly. "I know, but just let me say it-"
"Of course you are not well, Fudgie." Luigi stroked my hair and gave me a kiss. "You just wanted to take the medication to feel better. That is what it is there for." He kissed me again. "But now, you know you can't just take more medication because you are not feeling well."
"(The medication just needs time to work)", Guido added, stroking the back of my hand.
Okay. I guess I have to be a little clearer.
"That's... not what I meant", I tried to clarify.
Luigi frowned and narrowed his eyes in confusion. Next to him, Guido did the same as they shared a glance. "Then what did you mean?" the former questioned, puzzled.
Before I had the chance to explain, a nurse poked her head in the door.
"I'm afraid it's time for you to leave", she informed my fathers. "Brittney needs to rest now."
"Okay." Luigi kissed me. "We will be back first thing in the morning... okay, angel?"
"Yeah", I muttered. "Okay."
"(We love you so much!)" Guido kissed me too.
"(I love you guys too!)" I added.
As soon as they were gone, I began to cry. I cried over everything that had happened to me ever since Doc died: how much I missed him and wished he was there, the accident and the aftermath of that, Sammy's cancer, the people who'd screwed me over, my father abandoning me, my failed suicide attempt putting me in the hospital again, everything!
It felt good to cry and it had felt good to talk to RJ and Sammy about what was bothering me. Maybe talking to my fathers would make me feel better too.
But that would have to wait. For now, I had to rest. Trying to slow my breathing down, I realised that I felt a little better. It wasn't like crying and talking had waved a magic wand and I was perfectly all right again, but I felt like I'd taken the first step in trying to move past this.
Of course, I had no idea what the future held for me. I had no idea if things were going to get better for me. What I did know, however, was that there were people who cared about me right in front of me. There was definitely much more good in this world than bad. I just needed to know where to look for it.
The other thing was that I was pretty sure, with how bad things were, that there was nowhere to go but up. Still, if that wasn't the case, with how bad things already were, it wasn't like I had very far to fall.
To Be Continued...
I know. That was a pretty heavy chapter. But with everything she's been through lately, how could Fudge not get depressed?
I'll be continuing this in the third and final instalment of Fudge's Origins trilogy. It'll be called Cars Origins: Fudged the Results. I'll start posting that once I've done The Last Ride (I know! I really need to write something a little less depressing!). For the last time for this story, please review!
Lastly, given the content of this chapter, I wanna leave something I found on Tumblr: phone numbers for suicide/mental health services in different countries. I'm hoping none of you ever need it, but it's here if you do.
Argentina: 5402234930430
Australia: 131114
Austria: 017133374
Belgium: 106
Botswana: 3911270
Brazil: 212339191
Canada: 5147234000 (Montreal); 18662773553 (outside Montreal)
China: 85223820000
Croatia: 014833888
Denmark: 4570201201
Egypt: 7621602
Finland: 040-5032199
France: 0145394000
Germany: 08001810771
Holland: 09000767
India: 8888817666
Ireland: 4408457909090
Italy: 800860022
Japan: 810352869090
Mexico: 5255102550
New Zealand: 045861048
Norway: 4781533300
Philippines: 028969191
Poland: 5270000
Russia: 0078202577577
Spain: 914590050
South Africa: 0514445691
Sweden: 46317112400
Switzerland: 143
United Kingdom: 08457909090
USA: 18002738255
