On Abbott Avenue

Part Fifteen

INT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE - TWO WEEKS LATER - MORNING

Daisy sits on a couch across from a young woman. Some time has clearly passed, for Daisy, herself looks much healthier, not fully recovered, but better. Her hair is now full and luscious. Dyed once again, to its beautiful shade of dark blue. She has begun applying makeup again, which benefits her overall appearance greatly.

THERAPIST

And do you still have suicidal thoughts and tendencies?

DAISY

(Simply)

Yes.

THERAPIST

How often?

DAISY

Well, every minute of every day. It's always on my mind. It'll always stay with me. Those thoughts are as permanent as these scars on my wrists. They'll never go away. And nor would I want them to.

THERAPIST

And why is that?

DAISY

Because they're a reminder. They're a reminder that no matter how bad things get, no matter how close I come to ending it, at one point it was worse. And I lived through it then. I could have let myself bleed out and die that night, I could have made a few more slashes to finish the job, but I didn't. So the next time I bring a knife to my wrist, be it a year from now, ten years, or even tonight, I'll have one final memory. Of the day I had a reason to die, but saved my life. That has to mean something.

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EXT. SIDEWALK - ABBOTT AVENUE - ONE MONTH LATER - AFTERNOON

Aerial shot: Abbott Avenue appears brighter, happier, greener on a beautiful spring afternoon. The tops of the houses shine in the sunlight.

Daisy walks down the sidewalk, looking around, next to her is Dawn.

DAISY

So what kind are you gonna get?

DAWN

(Excited)

Chocolate?

DAISY

Again?

DAWN

(Laughing at Daisy's reaction)

Yeah!

DAISY

How are you gonna know what other flavors you like if you only ever have chocolate?

DAWN

(Tilting her head)

What kinds are there?

DAISY

"What kinds of ice cream are there?" Well, let's see, there's cotton candy, strawberry, chocolate chip, cookies 'n cream-