(ELIZABETH’S MOM turns away from ELIZABETH and sits on her bed, looking down at her hands.) I don’t know what you’re talking about.
ELIZABETH’S MOM (ELIZABETH walks over to the bed and sits down next to her mom.)
ELIZABETH Mom, I just want to come home. We can get through our problems together. I don’t have a problem.
ELIZABETH’S MOM
(ELIZABETH stands up again in frustration.) ELIZABETH Yes, you do have a problem. You’re an oblivious alcoholic. You didn’t even see your own daughter pleading for your help. (ELIZABETH’S MOM gets up and walks toward the door.) I think I should be going now.
ELIZABETH’S MOM
ELIZABETH You know what, imma get through this with or without you. (ELIZABETH’S MOM walks out of the room and BRIANNA appears by ELIZABETH’s bed.) BRIANNA She’s the most fucked up person I know. You’re not the crazy one; she is. She tries to paint this perfect little picture of her perfect little family. Well, it’s far from perfect. Her husband is fucking the neighbor and she knows it. Everybody knows it. ELIZABETH This isn’t about her; it’s about me. It’s about the reason why I’m in this place. I’m sick of following my mother down this path of denial. I think I’m ready to talk. I know that if I don’t talk sooner or later I’m either going to wind up an alcoholic like her or make another attempt to kill myself. (There’s a knock on the door.)
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