A short, all dialouge piece. Review please, -Claire
Prozac and Painted on Smiles
"Take your pills Amanda."
"Amada, take your pills."
"I don't want to fucking take my pills!"
"You want a god damn repeat of last year? Take your pills now!"
"I said no."
"Stop bullshitting and take your Prozac Amanda."
"Why? So I can receed into the wonderful world of drugged up happiness?"
"Actually yes, that's exactly why."
"Do you want to repeat that?"
"I said: fuck you."
"Amanda! You have till the count of three!"
"Then what? You gonna kick me out so I can die a druggie on the street?"
"No, then I'm calling Dr. Hopkins."
"Go ahead. Call him."
"What am I supposed to do with you Amanda? I'm just trying to keep you alive."
"Alive? Alive? Hah, that'sa good one."
"Really, I don't seem to see the joke! What is so funny about your life for god's sake?"
"On the pills I am most certainly not alive. Breathing? Sure. But being hopped up on the happy capsules all day and night is not living."
"What? You want to go through life in a cloud of depression?"
"That was the plan."
"You know what? Fine. I am done taking care of you."
"Taking care of me daughter? I'm sure your father would be real happy with the way you've taken care of me."
"Yeah, I'm sure he would Amanda. By the way, you are the single worst step-mother I could ever even concieve of having. There's a special place in hell just for you and you're stupid, depressed ass."
"Guess I'll see you there then."