Good morning, Jen, wake up. I know, I know. I'm really sleepy too, but it's my responsibility to make sure you go to school. That's it, good girl. Let's put that right foot on the ground first. Careful now. You're probably really tired from last night. I'm sure Dad forgives you now. Hmm? You don't think so? Well, in any case, wash your face and brush your teeth. Go to the restroom. Whatever.
Oh my goodness, look at yourself. People are going to notice the bruises under your eyes, huh? No sweat. Just tell your friends you were studying really hard last night. Hmm? You don't have any friends? That's just fine. You have me now. I'll be your friend. Firstly though, you need to take better care of yourself. If I didn't take matters into my own hands last night, you would've been seriously hurt. Oh no, are you still upset? It's fine. It's fine. I'm here for you.
Get some breakfast. I'm sure Dad is still downstairs. Should we think of what to say to him? I'm not really sure it matters though. Good thing Mom is doing her research overseas. I'd hate to involve her in this argument. Oh look, there he is sitting at the kitchen table. Say something. Say, "I'm really sorry about the fight we had last night." Go on. Hmm? No response, huh? Well, I guess that's expected. Even I think we may have went a bit too far last night. We'll try again later. Tch. Some father. Oh shoot, it's already nine-thirty. It's way past the time for breakfast. Let's go.
Jen, I know school is terrible and all, but think of it this way: don't work hard for him anymore, don't even do it for me. Do it for yourself. You shouldn't care about what Dad thinks about what you do at school as long as you do it for you. In fact, just pretend he's dead. What, too soon? I'm sorry, Jen. Please don't cry. People might be watching. Shush, now. Okay, better? Sorry. Well, the point is the pressure is gone now. If you still want to study to be a surgeon, then go fucking do it.
Hey, Jen, what period is this now? I dozed off for a second. Oh neat, it's your favorite: biology. Did you already do the dissection project yet? Oh, you already cut up a mouse yesterday? No way, a perfect score? Ah, I see. You had practice with the extra animals Mom used to bring back from her laboratory. See, I was right. You really do enjoy surgical work. What kinds of animals did you get to work on? What's your favorite part? Is the heart super yucky? Ah, sorry. I got super excited. There's another one today? Let me try it out.
Who's the kid next to you? You lab partner? Oh right, I forgot other people come here too. He seems off. I don't like him. I don't like the way he's looking at you. There must be something wrong with his head. Why don't you say something? Of course he is bothering you! Just because he's your lab partner doesn't mean you can trust him. You only need to trust me. What? Why is he asking for a pencil? What kind of idiot doesn't bring writing utensils to a place of learning. See? He's a creep and a lazy slob. I can see why your father doesn't want you to sink to this level. No, I am not just imagining things. This guy will probably hurt you if you aren't careful. For Christ's sake, Jen! He's picking up a knife! No, I will not calm down! I have to protect you, Jen! I need to put you to sleep for now! Just wait for me...
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Oh come on, Jen, don't go home yet. Please listen to me. I know it looks bad now, but we can still fix this. I know you're scared, but I was able to lure him to a safe place for you. Did you think I wanted to hurt him? "Kill" is a strong word, Jen. I don't like that word. I did what I did to protect you, Jen. I am your only friend, and you need me. All that's waiting for you at home is a father that doesn't even want to talk to you anymore. I mean, that might have been my fault, but if he were a real father, he wouldn't treat you so horribly just for some lousy grades. Oh look, there he is, Jen. He's just sitting there at the kitchen table like an asshole. Where are you going, Jen? Why do you need to look through the medicine cabinet? Get away from his antipsychotics. You are not like him. You don't need this. Hey, you shouldn't be taking five of those, let alone even one. Hey, stop it. Stop. Stop! Sto-
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Good morning, Jen, wake up. It's me again. Don't worry about last night. If anything, I forgive you. I always take everything a step too far and it's not fair on your sanity, but please don't disobey me now. Here, let's get you out of bed. Right foot first. The time is about seven right now, but there should still be time to eat some breakfast before running to school. Get yourself downstairs and make some French toast. Get some sugar in your system. I think the frying pan is on the top cupboard. Yep, that's a nice flame, really warm. Oh my goodness the buttery pan smells so good. Oh, Jen. The phone is ringing. Hmm? Who is it, I don't recognize the voice. I think it might be Dad's boss. Tell him we don't know where he is for now. I'm sure we can sort this out later. Oh shoot, the bread is going to singe. Nah, it looks fine. Yeah, get some sugar and syrup on there. You'll be feeling so much better soon. Hmm? There aren't any more clean knives? What happened to all the knives? I mean there is one, but you're going to have to yank it out of him. Make sure you clean it well before you use it.
