We Don't Belong Here Page #3
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- 2017
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play a game together.
Like, we could get high
and play a game together.
Like chess?
Chess? No, like, um...
truth or dare or something.
With two people?
Yeah, I guess
it doesn't make sense. Heh.
Hi, Joanne.
Oh, my God, look at you.
It's been so long.
Wow. You are such
a beautiful woman.
Boobies and everything.
Madeline once told
me that she thought
Joanne and my mom were lovers.
A strange idea
considering Mom thinks
homosexuality is a choice.
Am I the first one here?
Wow. Heh.
Madeline.
So, what are you doing now?
Um...
I do...
Well, I'm here,
so...
that's what I'm doing.
Right.
Gotcha.
Um...
What were you doing
when you were my age?
Uh... At your age...
I had two kids.
Wow. Already?
Yeah,
it was a different time then,
but, yeah, I had just had
my second child,
and I had just opened
so...
Yeah, I don't have a job
or kids, so...
It doesn't matter what I did
at your age, I mean,
you'll figure it out.
They always do. You know?
And besides,
would you really wanna be
living in this place
when you're my age?
What place is that?
Purgatory.
Elisa said that she was raped
by Frank Harper when she was 6.
That's heavy.
Yeah.
She said it happened,
but that it didn't happen.
And then the day
happened again like...
time travel.
Sorry.
I'm uncomfortable.
You want to hit this?
Yeah, you do.
You do.
Yes.
Yes.
Whoo!
Yeah. I'm not stopping you,
croon away.
I was just telling you.
Just do it.
I want you to leave.
I want you to get out now.
What are you...?
Leave.
Why?
What did I do?
Please.
Fine.
I'll give you your privacy.
I don't want you to come back.
Come to bed with me.
Come on, let's go to bed.
What? Are you gonna hit me?
Baby
What have you done to me?
I'm frightened
Can't you see?
You're crazy
How I'll be
I know you.
You do?
Well, who are you?
You're crazy, right?
Um...
You look scared.
Are you scared?
Are you scared?
I think you're scared.
It's okay.
I'm scared.
What the f***?
What the f*** was that?
I'm not a queer.
I didn't realize...
I'm not a f***ing queer.
You're f***ed.
My head stings.
Well, it looks a lot better now.
Thanks. Heh.
Can you throw these away?
Yeah.
I'm really sorry.
It's not your fault
that I got sick.
Okay?
I don't know.
Just stop, okay?
What do you wanna do now?
I need you to take me home.
Okay.
Just like that?
Yeah.
I love you.
I'll take you home.
I was very young
when our dad died.
He was on his way
to pick up Elisa from therapy.
Why an 11-year-old girl
would need therapy
was beyond me,
until I read about the bad man.
My mom must not know
about what happened to Elisa
at the pond, but I do.
- This is Max. Leave a message.
- Mom, are you okay?
Do you remember when you...
traded all of your Barbies
for all of Maxwell's collection
of little race cars,
remember that?
No, I don't.
I got so mad at you
and I was really mad
at both of you.
I just didn't want...
I just didn't want him
to be gay.
Not because I have a...
Because it's not normal.
It's not... It isn't... It...
It's because...
I didn't want him to suffer.
I don't want my children
to suffer.
People can be really cruel.
But I don't care.
I just... I don't care.
I just want him to...
pick up the phone.
And I don't know what I did.
I'll be down in a minute.
I can hear the inside
of your stomach.
I like it.
Do you ever worry about...
being alone?
I am alone.
Do you like it?
No.
I have to go.
I'll text you later?
Yeah.
Maybe we can have sex...
Something.
What?
Never mind.
I'm so sorry it took me
so long to come down.
It was fine, I just had
to talk to really boring people.
Heh. Don't say that.
Really long time.
Please don't leave my side
right now. Please?
Spinning.
Green.
Max and Elisa.
Bridge.
Mom.
Me.
Chaos.
Danger.
Harper.
Warning.
Confusion.
Panic.
Oh, my God.
Who is it?
Who's in that car?
Again, ladies, you
gotta get off this bridge.
Who's that?
Who's down there?
Ladies,
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Back off the bridge.
Come on, come on.
No!
No! No, no, no.
My children.
Grandma?
Are you here?
It's Lily.
I'm in trouble.
Lily?
Grandma?
I don't know what's happening.
I don't...
I don't know what's happening.
I need...
Don't know well if I do
What I am here to do
In my head
Don't know well if there's
Sanity or not
Sanity or not
Sanity or...
Lily, wake up.
Oh, my God, I can't believe
you're still in bed.
Come on. You have Deborah
in half an hour.
Let's go. Wake up. Come on.
Is that dirt?
Change the sheets, please.
My God, I'm not a maid service.
Hey.
It's sort of exciting
when a lightbulb
just pops out and dies
like that.
What?
Never mind. Ahem.
Sorry.
Yeah?
Did you take your meds?
Yeah.
It's okay to feel vulnerable.
Oh, f***.
Elisa.
I've just had
the strangest dream.
What's been on your mind?
I'm really tired.
Maybe I should take a nap
or something.
Go ahead and rest.
Please make yourself
comfortable.
I've got a great book here.
That's not a book,
it's a catalog.
Okay.
I care about my family.
That's good.
Because you said the other day
that I didn't care
about my family,
but I do care and I just
wanted you to know that.
Why do you care what I think?
I don't know. In case I die.
Do you plan on dying soon?
Well, my mind comes apart
in fits
and scatters around
this dark hole.
Then I ask myself,
"Why am I here?"
I really don't like
that feeling.
You're safe here, Lily.
You're in this room,
and you're here,
and nothing bad's gonna happen
to you, okay? I promise you.
You're safe.
Do you like soap operas?
What?
You know, like TV melodramas?
Have you ever thought
that you might be attracted
to a dramatic environment
or state of mind?
Are you familiar
with the laws of attraction?
Tania?
Yeah?
Last night, I felt this, um...
like, warm, bright light.
And...
It felt so real,
and it just made me feel like
everything is gonna be okay,
you know?
No. No, I don't know.
And if you told
your doctor that,
he'd hold you here
for another week.
I feel okay.
I really do,
and I'm really sorry
about what I did.
I really regret it.
I really do, and I wanna live.
All right. It's all right.
Take it easy.
Take it easy, kid.
Come on.
Yeah?
What are you doing?
What do you mean?
Go home and talk to your mother.
I'll call you later.
Mom.
Mom.
Hey.
What are you doing in here?
What do you want in life?
To be happy.
You do?
Me too.
Will you read Elisa's diary?
Uh...
Okay.
This is my job?
Hook it up...
Mm-hm.
To the thing?
Bridge closed, right?
Yep.
You have fought me hard
All night
I'll never see
The light
This is your hell of blues
Feels like heaven
So I stay
I'll never get away
From your hell of blues
When the morning comes
I cry
For you to let me die
I hope you do it soon
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