Veronika Decides To Die Page #2

What about him?

Ed. I know...

He's gorgeous... but you can't

actually talk to him.

Mari has a way with him,

no one else does.

He was dumped here

a few years ago.

Years?

That's what happened.

He was in an accident, and against the

time he was ever since...

he stopped talking.

His girlfriend was in the car

with him, she died instantly.

He thinks he killed her.

What do they say

is wrong with him?

Oh God, it changes all the time.

Catatony, Schizo,

all these names.

It's no use getting interested in him,

he doesn't care about anybody.

I'm not interested

in anyone right now.

Not even me?

I'm freezing.

Hey! Hey, do you know

what astral travel is?

I use it in my coma treatment. I have the

Moon was still not achieved, but I do.

!I have my last treatments

the next few days.

You can take all you want.

How are you?

Your parents

are waiting outside.

No!

I can't see them!

I won't see them!

But they want to see you.

They've come all this way.

Did you tell 'em?

No.

No, you told me not to.

I thought,

I leave it up to you.

How can I tell 'em?

I think you should see them.

Someone please send in,

Mr. and Mrs. Deklava.

Veronika always had good grades

and... made friends with nice people.

Always had good paying jobs.

Never had a speck

of trouble with her. Never.

She...

You always made us...

very proud.

Doctor, help to make her

get better, I mean...

back to normal.

He's a good doctor.

Well...

you see, first of all...

your daughter tried

to kill herself,

now that's nothing for you

to be ashamed of.

In our society, we feel we must

be happy, if we're not happy...

we feel hopeless,

we feel like... failures.

The plan... is to talk

with Veronika, mainly.

Talk?

We have to go back...

Why would you listen?

Dad, how much you think they are

charging you for this place?

Oh, it's nothing. Forget it.

The most important thing

is your health now.

Of course it would be better

if you stayed home with us...

- and rest with us, but...

- Sometimes,

being away from everyone,

even loved ones,

will help people

to get calm.

This... this place...

is worth it.

I even noticed on the way here,

they have a nice piano.

You play piano?

No.

- Oh yes, Doctor, she...

- She used to play lovely...

- Mozart... Bach...

- Oh, yeah.

Debussy.

Every teacher said

she has a gift.

It doesn't matter, I don't play

any more. It's nothing.

Well, she even had a scholarship...

- from the Juilliard.

- Oh, yeah...

But we really expected her to go

to a bigger school, so that she...

So, she would never have to... uh,

be lacking for a good-paying job.

Could... could we not have

this conversation, please?

We just want you to be happy.

Could we just not.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, sweetheart.

It's okay.

Sorry.

Veronika.

There's nothing else you want to say,

while your parents are still here?

Are you sure?

Well, it's a long drive

back to Brooklyn...

if you want to beat

the rush-hour traffic.

Yeah, I guess.

Getting back to Brooklyn

at this hour, could be... horrible.

Listen.

When Dr. Blake says

it's okay...

you come home.

Then you'll spend

some time with us, okay?

- Thank you.

- Good bye.

See you soon.

Take care.

Is this it?

There she is.

You gave us a startle, young lady.

We're going to try adjusting

the dosage on your medication.

We wouldn't even be involved,

if she'd succeeded.

But fortunately she didn't, okay?

We're talking about a womans life.

And jobs like this have always been taken

over by these Ad-Agencys when you look...

None of you all

sell fruit-cake.

Honey, I'm a fruit-cake.

They're dissing on all the publicity

around this and they're trying to...

Well?... Aren't you gonna

react at all?

No. You won't be with us...

much longer...

anyhow.

Good thing about being

in a crazy hospital...

so you can get away

with slapping Fred...

when he yells something.

- I was looking for you.

- Hm?

Claire said that you might...

Be somebody who can help you?

I need pills.

I wanna die on my own terms.

When those two geniuses changing

shifts at the end of the day...

at dinner time, around 7...

that's when you come over

when the door's unlatched.

I don't understand.

The medicine closet.

How can you stand it here?

Edward!

Edward!

Edward, come on.

It's time for your treatment.

Come on.

Come on.

Edward, come on.

Dinnertime.

Dinnertime.

Come on, let's go.

George, this way.

Veronika! Get outta there!

You better not. No!

Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out.

All of it, all of it!

Come on! Spit it out!

All of it, all of it.

Come on. All of it!

All of it! All of it!

Is that all? Let me see.

Come on, look at me.

Look at me, great. Come on.

Let's get her to Dr. Blake.

So you really thought, it would be

that easy to steal some pills?

You're sh*t.

Because I won't cooperate

in you killing yourself?

Because you love playing

with peoples mind.

I hate you.

Really?

Tell me about it.

Fine. I hate your stupid desk...

and I hate your ugly tie.

And I hate your

ridicules socks.

And I hate everyone locked up in

this place, and I hate my parents...

for spending their very last penny

to keep me in this zoo.

God forbid, they should ever

for one moment, live their own life.

Is that what they come here for?

To be the f***ing same as everybody else?

And I hate the jerks

in my office, who think...

the money they earn

makes them be "sh*t".

And more than anything,

I hate the zombies on the subway...

who have forgotten

all of their dreams...

or the fact that

they ever had any to begin with!

I have some

terrifing news for you.

Don't really much care

for news.

You sound like you might be

feeling better.

Answer me honestly, please.

Does't it feel better,

to feel better?

Have you ever heard the story

of the King and the poisoned well?

You mean...

Claire's absurd story?

Do you think she invented it?

Oh, I should've

guessed this one.

That's your brilliant take

on reality?

Well...

reality is what the majority

deem it to be.

Not necessarily the best,

or the most logical...

but the one that has become adopted

to the desirers of society as a whole.

Some things are governed by

common sense, and others become fixed...

until more and more people believe

that's the way it should be.

Like the QWERTY keyboard. Do you know...

do you know why... it's like that?

Haven't really had time

to give it much thought.

Well...

when the typewriter

was first invented...

the letters were arranged

in alphabetical order.

Now, when a person typed

to quickly... keys became jammed.

So this man... uh, Scholes,

he invented the QWERTY keyboard...

whereby people were obliged

to type... more... slowly.

And?

Well, it's...

it's a true story.

You're a bat-sh*t crazy,

you know that?

You sell those patients

on the optimistic belief...

that they're no differend

than the people on the outside...

because they're

no differend than you.

Well, I consider that a simple matter

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