The scene opens up to Liz and Dr. Andrews in Dr. Andrews’ office. Liz is lying in the chair, face up, while Dr. Andrews is in the opposite chair, holding a clipboard.

Dr. Andrews: So um Elizabeth, this session is going to go on for 3 days, today, tomorrow, and the next one, so um tell me a little something about yourself.

Liz stares at Dr. Andrews with a “fuck you” expression. She breathes heavy and stares at the opposite direction.

Dr. Andrews: Well if you’re not going to talk then these sessions are going to get longer and longer.

Liz snaps her head at Dr. Andrews, she bounces up as if she just saw Gilmoor’s belly, and gets in his face.

Liz: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? You want me to give you some long drawn out story about how sad my life was? How I never had a happy childhood? You don’t know the half of it! No one does, people in XWF just know about Liz, the “girl who doesn’t give a fuck.” Do you really think that’s all I am? Well it’s not. They don't know the person behind Liz. They don't know Elizabeth.

Liz sits down, breathes heavy and looks in the sky for a slight second. It seems like she mumbled the words “why did you do this to me.” She looks straight ahead at Dr. Andrews.

Liz: I wasn’t born lucky. I was lucky to be born. I’m not a fucking role model. I’m a 24 year old fucking emotional roller coaster. I have no mother, and my father thinks of me as a failure, because of my profession. But he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand that I have had to fight for everything my entire life! From March 6, 1989 till today, I fight for my own survival. Why? Because no fucker is going to run over me.

Dr. Andrews: You said you had no mother. Why?

Liz lets out a deep sigh.

Liz: My mother is dead. She died when I was only 5 years old to an overdose. She also was a prostitute, and in result I have 10 siblings, whom I don’t know anything about. When I was only 3 years old, my mother sold me for 3 dollars and a fix!

Dr. Andrews: Oh …. Oh my God!

Liz: God? If there were a “God” none of that would’ve happen to me. There is no God in this world.

Dr. Andrews: How can you not believe in God? He is our Lord and Savior.

Liz: I am my own savior. I am the savior of others. No one “saved me.” If there were a God, do you honestly think that he’d give a flying fuck about me or you? No. In this world turn to shit, who would actually believe in God? Not Elizabeth Hathaway that’s for damn sure.

Dr. Andrews: Respectable. Okay Liz, I’m going to show you a few pictures, maybe they will help you think deep in your mind about your “flashbacks.”

Liz: Whatever play boy.



Dr. Andrews: What does this look like?

Liz: A crab.



Liz: A butterfly.



Liz: Peter Gilmoor’s belly.

Dr. Andrews: I’m sorry?

Liz: Oh nothing. Is this all we’re going to do, because I have better things to do than taking Rorschach Tests.

Dr. Andrews: Okay, fine. You said you had 10 siblings and you keep seeing a little boy in your flashbacks. Do you think that little boy is one of your brothers?

Liz: What? Of course not.

Dr. Andrews: Liz, what I want you to do for me is to lie back, and close your eyes.

Liz lies down, looks into the eyes of Dr. and closes them.

Dr. Andrews: Now relax. And think of that flashback.

…….

Liz begins to shake back and forth, and Dr. Andrews is writing everything down on his clipboard.

Liz: NO! …… Come back! Don’t leave! I’ll SAVE YOU! NO! Come back! NOO!!!!!!

Liz hops up, sweat pouring from her brow, she looks at Dr. Andrews in sorrow.

Liz: It happened again!

Dr. Andrews: I know the reason why.

Liz: Tell me!

Dr. Andrews: You keep seeing this boy because you have an emotional connection with him. You know each other, mentally but not physically. And obviously he is in trouble.

Liz: So what do you suppose I do?

Dr. Andrews: That’s up to you.

Liz: I’m going after him.

Dr. Andrews: WHAT! No oh no. You aren’t ready for that challenge, and we're not done here!

Liz: I appreciate your concern, but I have to face my demons.

Liz gets up, gathers her things and exits the building. She gets in her car, and drives home, thinking of the adventure that she is about to take part on. She pulls up to her apartment, walks up the stairs, and opens the door.

Liz: I’m home!

Cole and Sarah are seen on the couch, watching what seems to be SpongeBob Squarepants. Liz looks at them both and just shakes her head.

Liz: Two grown ass people watching SpongeBob? Wow!

Cole: Don’t judge me, this is a classic.

Liz: Whatever, I’m leaving for a while. I have a mission to attend to.

Cole: Wait what? Where are you going?

Liz: Somewhere, and no you can’t come. I’m traveling alone.

Sarah: Oh come on! Let us come!

Liz: UGH!!!! Fine, but have your shit packed by 6: AM. Oh and Sarah, you’re going to need to do some makeup on our buddy over there. He could be spotted, and caught.

Sarah: Yeah, okay.

Liz: I’m going to bed; I have a lot on my mind.

Liz walks to her room door, and here’s SpongeBob say “The Nasty Patty.” She shakes her head, and goes in her room. Jenna Silver is off of her wall, and replaced with images of Ken Kennedy helping a downed solider, and Micah Jacobs biting some unfortunate soul. Liz lies in her bed, and pulls out her notebook. In it she writes:

It’s about to get mother fucking real.

She throws it across the room, and falls to sleep as the scene fades to black.

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