Borderline

Mom, mom, open the door.

Please, open the fucking door.

Mom, mom, what the fuck?

Open this fucking door, what the fuck?

Mom, ugh.

Mom, mom, open the fucking door.

Can you hear me?

Can you fucking hear me?

Open the door, why are you fucking doing this?

Why are you doing this, fuck?

Mom.

Mom, listen to me, I only need like $300, okay?

That's it, I know you have it in there, I know you have it,

it's under the jewelry box, right?

So you can just...

you don't even need to open the door,

you can just get it out and you can slide it under the door

and I'll take it and I'll be gone.

That's all I need, please.

Mom, please.

I really need it, okay?

Please, I need this money, please just slide it

under the door, mom.

Mom, mom?

Mom, you don't understand, okay?

If you don't gimme this money, I'm in real trouble,

some people are gonna come get me because I owe them this,

and if I don't give it to them,

they're gonna fucking kill me.

Is that what you want?

You want me to die, is that it?

You want your only fucking daughter to die?

Charli...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

We've been through this.

Mom, mom, give me a second, let me explain, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for doing this,

I swear, if you just gimme this one thing,

I'll be out of your hair forever, I will.

I'll never ask for anything again, okay?

I just really need this right now,

I swear this is gonna be the last thing I ever ask you for,

just please, please, okay?

Honey, that's what you always say.

Well, this time is different, okay?

It is, it's fucking different, so please.

I'm calling Dr. Harris.

No, mom, mom, do not fucking call Dr. Harris,

I'm fucking warning you.

We need to get you back into a program.

No, you fucking do not,

you know what that did to me last time, no program.

Mom, if you wanted to help me,

you would give the fucking money, you wouldn't do this.

You don't wanna help me, you want me to die,

if that it, you want me to fucking die?

Hello, yes.

Who are you fucking talking to right now?

Who are you fucking talking to?

Who are you fucking talking to?

Get off the fucking phone, hang up the fucking phone.

Final hold.

Mom, mom, if you fucking care about me even a little bit

you would just give me the fucking money

and you would hang up the phone right fucking now.

Hi, Dr. Harris, yes,

Charli's right here now, she's in a real bad shape.

God, fucking dead ass, you fucking called,

you fucking called, you fucking real bitch.

You know what, I don't fucking need you,

I can just get the money myself, okay?

If you don't wanna fucking help me,

you wanna watch me fucking dead, I'll just get it myself,

I'll become a fucking whore.

You know how I'm gonna get it?

I'll suck as many fucking dicks as I can.

You like that?

You want your only fucking daughter to be a fucking whore

and that you would better fucking pick at me until I die?

It'll be your fault, it'll be your fucking fault if I die.

Is that what you want?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit, if you were gonna gimme the money all along,

you should have just done it in the first place

instead of making me all riled up.

You want me to fucking suffer, you do.

Well, that's fine.

You fucking hate me, I'll never talk to you again,

I'm done with you.

I'll get outta your fucking hair forever,

that's what you wanted, right?

Please, don't do this.

Fuck you.

You're back.

I never left.

I had the wildest dream last night,

we were both ice skating on this lake,

except we didn't have skates on,

we were just gliding around in our socks.

You grabbed my hand, we skated as fast as we could.

Ugh, then some boys totally shot life out of us,

we died laughing like maniacs.

Then something fell from the sky and crashed the ice,

like a meteor or an asteroid,

what's the difference between a meteor and an asteroid?

I have no fucking idea.

Anyway, yeah, everyone was sliding into the water,

men, women, I mean, the little kids,

and shit was black like oil

and you could see the cold hovering over it,

like spirits rising from hell.

There was this one older woman

and she was holding on for dear life

and I could feel her hopelessness

as if I was the one who was about to die.

That feels nice.

Then what happened?

- She smiled like she'd accepted her life was already over,

and I don't know, I smiled back and she just let go.

It was fucking beautiful.

Only you would think that's beautiful.

What's this?

All the energies around us,

pulsating war tags with everything and nothingness

all at once.

Yeah, I see that.

She's high, barely started.

See, it's fucking incredible.

Thank you.

Sorry, no, I have a rule.

Don't be.

You mean it?

Yeah.

What do you think it meant?

What?

My dream.

Don't go skating.

Funny.

It wasn't a joke.

Hey, party for going back to the doctor today.

Thanks.

Hey, did we hook up last night?

I don't know, I was so fucked up,

I don't know if it was a dream or not.

That was definitely a dream.

Cool.

How was I though in the dream?

Fantastic.

That's what I like to hear.

How do I look?

You look sexy as fuck.

Let's hope, I really need this gig,

shit, I gotta go, catch you later though?

Hey you.

What are you waiting for?

Come on, don't be scared, this is right for you, I promise.

You were with Benjamin Harris

and he diagnosed you with BPD.

Yep, when I was 18.

I see, he prescribed you Lamictal 100 milligrams

twice a day, and Haloperidol, five milligrams twice a day.

And Lexapro.

Did that medication help?

It made me feel kinda sick, like violently ill.

I'll prescribe an anti-nausea.

Cool.

You were hospitalized October 3rd of last year?

Yep.

What for?

I mean, you can read, right?

I just wanna hear it from you.

It was an overdose, fentanyl.

Are you still taking fentanyl?

Nope.

Any other drug use, marijuana?

Nope.

Opiates? - Nope.

Amphetamines? - Nope.

Any family history of mental illness?

None that have been diagnosed.

Any thoughts of suicide or self-harm behaviors?

No, I used to, not anymore.

All right, well, I wanna see you back in a month,

my secretary can schedule that for you,

and also have her call in these prescriptions

at your pharmacy, okay?

Op,

you have a good day.

Call me if you need me, okay?

You have my number.

Yeah, what time is lunch?

One, two, three, four.

No big deal.

Kitty, hi kitty.

I got your food.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late, Mark is obsessing

I had to hang this one piece for like two hours.

Probably moved that shit more than two dozen times.