(In Lisa’s bedroom) Matthew enters the room and finds his best friend Lisa in the midst of cutting her wrists. She is sitting beside the bed in her old shirt and pajamas. Her left wrists are already covered in blood.
Matthew (In panic, he hurries over to his friend snatching the letter opener from her hand). Lisa! What are you doing?
Lisa (crying in desperation pleads to Matthew). Please, Matt. Just let me go.
Matthew Why are you doing this to yourself? Those publishers are a bunch of mediocre! They only know shit about a good story! Everything is business to them. You should know better than to believe those idiots! Oh God, you’re losing a lot of blood! Hold on to me, I’m taking you to the doctor! (tries to lift her from the ground).
Lisa (feeling weaker but starting to calm down). I’m not going anywhere, Matt. What they said is true. That manuscript is not going anywhere. I have to leave here or I’ll forever be stuck trying to fit in.
Matthew What are you talking about? You can always write again. We can always find another publisher. You’re a good writer, Lisa. You’re the best there is. You’ve just talked to the wrong people. (starts crying). You can’t do this to yourself!
Lisa (fully relaxed). I’m not leaving this place just because of a rejected manuscript, Matt. (smiles weakly). I just want to leave. This is not my place. I have a story to tell and nobody wants it here maybe on the other side everything would all fit in.
Matthew (finally giving up, sits beside Lisa). You can’t do this. You haven’t tried harder. You’re only 21. You don’t have any idea of what lies ahead. You can’t leave me, Lisa. I’m also trying hard to find my place but I know it’s just here somewhere.
Lisa (looks tiredly at Matt). That’s because you’ve already found someone to help you find it. You have Carrie. She surely has made everything easier for you. I don’t have anyone, Matt. I don’t have anyone but you and the stories I’ve to tell.
Matthew I’m always here, you know–.
Lisa Not always, Matt. Not anymore. I can never have you always. Even the world has spoken their reaction to us. That manuscript is our story, Matthew—and nobody wants it.
Matthew (crying hard, gently pulls Lisa’s head onto his shoulder). I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry!
(Ends with Lisa finally resting on Matthew’s shoulder).
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