To Write Love on Her Arms Page #4

- Do you know how much that means to me?

- Yes.

You gave up everything for some prick

at a bullshit rave.

Whoa, you don't know

what happened with Sean. Okay?

I don't care what happened, Renee,

'cause it's not about Sean,

it's about you giving up everything

for the slightest bit of attention.

Listen to me right now.

I will tell you everything right now. He...

Stop right there. Just stop right there.

I don't care and I don't want to hear it.

I'm so sick of

hearing your stories and your sadness

and seeing your pity scars

all over your body.

I'm so sick of it. I'm done.

I want to see what I dream

I want the inconvenience

I hope you see that

when you fall in love...

Stevo, no, no, Stevo's fine,

yeah, yeah, yeah,

he loved it.

Yeah, he really did, yeah.

Yeah, something came up.

Just let me deal with the

contracts, all right?

No, no, no, no, I'll be there. Yeah.

No, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Yeah, okay.

You going out for a smoke?

Don't you have a plane to catch?

It's delayed till we get you to rehab.

When I was a little kid I used to say that

planes were like these big friendly giants

and if I had, like, a bad dream, bad idea,

a plane would just fly them away.

Sounds beautiful.

Just wanna escape all this sh*t.

Yeah, you know, you remind me

of my friend, Zeke.

Zeke.

He'd say the worst part of his day

was the paddling back to shore.

- Surfing?

- Yeah. He was a surf buddy.

He died two months ago.

Took his own life. Now, I don't know

if I could have said something.

But I wanna be the guy

who can say the right thing.

You know?

I think people might need more than words.

Maybe.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I think I... I think.

Is she okay? Is she all right?

- No.

- Need some water?

- A blanket?

- She needs a bed.

Here's a bucket, in case you need to...

- I'm so cold.

- It's all right, I got it.

My dad put this by my bed

every time I was ill.

Let me get you some water.

Is this normal?

This is the worst part.

Great.

I'll be next door, okay?

Yeah, hang in there.

I missed you.

You wanna go for a ride?

No.

Am I ever going to be okay?

Why did you make me like this?

No, ma'am. What are you thinking...

She's hurting herself.

She's cutting herself,

and I don't understand.

What is wrong with her?

Those pills are nothing. I don't want her...

I don't want her taking all those pills,

do you understand?

Why does she keep doing these things?

It doesn't help to ask why.

Why can't we help it? Why is she doing

these things? She's hurting herself.

What did I say?

All business comes and goes through me.

No, that's... No, I...

No, you... No, you...

Will you let me speak? Please?

You really wanna have this conversation?

Three months ago you were performing

for a bunch of drunks in a bloody toilet.

Don't you ever speak to me like that!

Sh*t!

Patio.

It's nice, huh?

- Bombay B*tches.

- What?

Your third question.

The reason I left England.

For a band.

I got stuck here in Orlando for a few more.

Bombay B*tches.

Yeah, yeah, all right, I do know it,

you can stop, thank you.

They were also the reason

I hit rock bottom fairly predictably.

So is that how you did it?

You started over somewhere new and...

No. That didn't work for me.

The problem was always me.

Wherever I went, there I was.

A friend once said to me

that I should never be left unattended

because what I get back to is me.

And me is the problem.

You need other people.

What's today's date?

The 15th.

- I have to go somewhere. Please.

- Not a chance.

Please, please.

I'll take Dylan. It'll be fine.

Please. It's important.

Take Dylan. One hour.

I'm trusting you, all right?

Thank you.

Your dad said you were here.

I'm really sorry we forgot.

I miss you.

It was like you died too, you know.

I didn't.

I miss her so much and

I can't lose you, too.

Why did you stop calling us?

It was just overnight,

you just stopped calling us.

I just...

Something happened

and I just didn't want to talk about it.

I wanted to be alone and it just got...

It got out of hand.

What are you talking about?

Halloween party.

Sean pulled over in a parking lot

so I could throw up.

And he raped me.

I mean, we had no idea.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry about everything I said at

the concert. I'm sorry about everything.

I'm sorry.

Will you please come back to McKenna's?

I'll come back. I promise.

All right, everyone, pay attention.

She is never alone. Got it?

And no crowd surfing

in the record shop, please,

thank you very much, if you don't mind.

Daja Grace.

- I think it's Dasia, isn't it?

- Man.

- What?

- Look.

- You don't need that.

- I know.

It's just the idea of eternal sobriety

scares me very much.

- One day at a time.

- Right.

Yeah.

At least that's what my mom said

right before she relapsed.

Good.

Now that is impressive.

- Coffee?

- Thank you.

- That's cool.

- Yeah.

The metalmark is the most

beautiful butterfly.

And it's the most fragile,

as it only lives a week.

Isn't that sad?

I wanted to ask you something.

- Yeah?

- Don't get angry. It's kind of crazy.

I love crazy. I'm insane.

I want to write. I want to tell your story.

- You want to write my story?

- Yeah, I do.

It's powerful and because nobody says...

Nobody talks about all the things

that happen to you.

- You know?

- I know.

And I just...

I think it will help somebody.

- Oh, God.

- You think it'll help...

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, no, no!

Jamie, I'm just...

You think it could help people, like...

Yeah, I do.

Okay, then do it. Sure.

Thanks for coming out to open mic night.

- First up is Dylan Landers. Dylan?

- What?

Sh*t! Did you hear that?

Get your stuff. We're going to the front.

Hello.

My name is Dylan.

Sorry.

So this is a...

I've never really done this before.

This is my first time.

So today, tomorrow, actually,

my best friend, Renee, is going to rehab.

For drugs. And...

Not, like, to get drugs, but...

'Cause they don't...

I don't think they have drugs there.

So I want to sing a song for her.

It's sort of like...

It's kind of like a prayer in reverse.

No, it's like, it's good. Here it goes.

Come up to meet you

Tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets

Ask me your questions

Oh, let's go back to the start

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said

It would be this hard

I'm going back to the start

- Hey.

- Hey, hey, hey.

That was a fun day, right?

Yeah, fun, fun.

Flying out?

Yeah, I'm taking

the big friendly giant tomorrow.

No, don't steal my line.

I have a little... I have a little...

I just wanna give you something.

- But it's weird.

- All right.

Okay. Ready?

Here, hold it like...

Okay.

I don't trust myself with it and I...

I would like to throw it away.

But maybe you can do that instead.

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