For God's Sake Wake Her Up

Sorry.

I'm still learning how to work this thing.

That's okay.

Take your time.

Tape one.

Therapy session.

Have you attempted the techniques we spoke about?

The techniques are useless.

It won't stop.

Not tonight, not next week, not in a month.

Then, when it decides, it will take me!

Take you where?

April, I promise you,

you cannot die from sleep paralysis.

I should have worn my Solomons.

Hey!

Hey, Rizz, what's the plan?

No plan.

What's it say?

It's nice.

"Crea algo que dure para siempre."

"Create something that lasts forever."

Cute.

The girl speaks a thousand languages.

Just four,

five, if you include English,

but who would?

You know, at some point, railroads run out of tracks.

Then I will find new tracks.

I didn't ask you to follow me.

I know.

Then go back.

Can we at least stop for something to drink?

It's hot as balls.

Good idea.

[music playing, eerie and melancholy]

Run!

Just pull it, don't twist it.

Why is this so hard?

You're doing it wrong.

Ugh!

Mm, that's disgusting.

Why do people drink this?

Never missed a class in your life,

not a recital, a track meet, or Sunday School,

and here you are, thieving booze on the east side.

Yeah, I've been worse places.

Yeah? Like where?

The Keys? The Hamptons?

Give me one.

Okay...

I like it.

Bullshit!

Sure, sure.

Football, lacrosse

wrestling!

Renowned high-school tomboy Myles Whitlock Jr!

Aah! Aah!

Shut up.

What's that thing you've been dancing around all day?

Didn't even read it.

I just thought you should have one.

Picking through my trash?

It's not trash.

Got any of my pubes in your pocket?

Of course not.

Look, I think this was a really bad idea...

Well, I don't!

I didn't want to go, and I'm glad that I didn't.

What's the point?

You say goodbye.

I already said goodbye.

I was the only one who didn't get there on time.

My dad,

my sisters,

even my fucking Aunt Rose,

who she hated,

made it on time.

They all got to say goodbye while she was still there

still a person

still fucking warm.

I had to say goodbye when she was cold,

ice cold,

when she was gray and bruised.

She...

She had blood pooling from her ears.

I went to kiss her on the head

and had to run to wash the feeling off my lips.

It's disgusting.

My own mom...

and that's how I get to remember her.

My mom is gone,

and I am done with goodbyes.

I'm sorry.

Give me another.

Who is it?

Shit.

Whoa!

Another, good sir.

Hey.

That's my beer.

I got it.

You can just set it down

and go get your own.

Thank you.

Cheers.

[music playing, sparse and unsettling]

[music deepens, forlorn and heavy with dread]

I don't think we should be here after dark.

You gotta be more like me.

Like the breeze.

Move easy.

The breeze?

I'm cutting you off.

You have no idea where we are, do you?

East?

- East? East where? -

You've never been down here in your life.

Like you have.

Actually, my cousin owns one of those low-income places,

and my dad was born a few blocks from here.

He says it's bad.

You never said.

You never asked.

Jesus!

Watch where you're going!

You gotta be more careful around here.

She came out of nowhere.

She's like the walking dead.

Last night was the worst so far.

Almost all night.

Eight hours.

The chest compressions

are unbearable.

They say

you can last ten days without sleep.

I haven't slept more than an hour

in weeks.

I cannot go much longer.

These tapes are my story.

When it takes me,

this is all that's left.

What else is there to say?

I wonder who you are,

watching this.

You will know me

from these tapes,

but I will never know you.

You are a stranger to me,

but I'm so grateful for your time.

I think

this will be my final tape.

I cannot take any more nights of torture.

I'm tired.

Inescapably tired.

What you've watched on these tapes