The Reeds – Ep: 33
They won’t leave me alone. Johanna and Liz. Johanna’s room is right next door to mine and I don’t want her to hear me. They were alright at first, but over the past week, as Mrs. Reed’s condition got worse, so did they. All day long, wherever I’ve been, Johanna will come find me, or Liz will come find me, or they’ll both talk to me about how they can’t handle this family anymore, and can’t stand each other. I know this is a hard time for them, but this is getting ridiculous. It’s pretty weird that they want to hang out with me at all. When we were younger Johanna and Liz used to always leave me out. Johanna was always too popular and Liz was always too cool to ever be seen with me. They used to call me “The Toad.” Because I was smaller than them, and I used to like to catch frogs in the river. They thought they were pretty clever. I wasn’t as impressed. Anyway, sorry guys, I’ll talk about something else, just because I have to deal with them doesn’t mean you have to. So, I took a few photos the other day. And I think they turned out pretty – how can she not even- Jane!! Yes? Sorry to bother you, I just really need to talk. I’m actually filming right now. Oh! Good! I need to be heard. It’s Liz. I just can’t believe her. Mom is sick and John is missing and she’s acting like its no big deal. God! I have been crying all day but she wouldn’t know it because I’ve been taking care of everything while she just mopes about and hides like she always does! I think Liz just really isn’t one to cry. I think she’s just as upset as you are, she’s just expressing it in her own way. Yeah, her own way, because she’s a sociopath! I mean, Oh my God Liz! Get out!! Whoa, calm down, you can’t tell me to get out of Jane’s room, you psycho. I’m talking to Jane right now – you have to leave. Jane! She’s being ridiculous! Ah! Okay, how about we don’t fight? I was here first! So what I’m not allowed to walk around my own house anymore because-
I’m sharing personal stuff – You can’t just come in here. -you might be dealing with things in any given room.
You can’t just come in here. This is a safe space right now.
When will you learn that life isn’t a ‘safe space’? God! You always do this. You always disappear when I need the help and then the moment I’m vulnerable- The moment you’re vulnerable? You’re always vulnerable!
– you’re there to shut me down. Hello? Move! I’m on the phone! I don’t care. Yes! She keeps trying to bake cookies for Mom and burning all of them! Okay..s- She’s never taken an interest in baking before – now ALL OF A SUDDEN. It’s disgusting and a waste of food and it’s driving me insane. And she keeps complaining that I’m not doing enough to help – but at least I’m not hovering around like a frantic moth. A frantic pink fluffy moth with burnt disgusting cookies! And she keeps trying to make everything better by waving her fairy princess wand, but it’s just not wor – Liz shut up. It’s about mom. She’s…. terminal.