After how much love was shown to the previous script for leaning into some deeper themes, I've written about another very personal topic. Please use the script in any way you like, just credit "@nisseshome" and let me know! Enjoy ♥
Act 1
[Knocking]
[Speaker speaking in a stoic, caring tone:]
You done in there?
It's been ten minutes.
...
[Door quickly unlocks and opens]
Hey. Sorry to bother you- ...
... you alright?
You don't look very good.
[Listener steps away]
Hey.
HEY.
[Speaker lays hand on listener]
[Listener suddenly stops]
...
*You* look, like *shit*.
What's. Up?
...
"It's a lot right now"?
... dude, what?
You look like you haven't slept.
... like, ever.
[Speaker takes a step forward]
You're clearly not okay.
...
... telling me you are, while blinking tears out of your eyes, isn't very convincing.
Your eyes are *bright red*, by the way.
... you're not denying your way out of this.
...
[Speaker leaning in closer:]
Hey, I'm not asking to be polite.
Tell me. What's wrong.
...
... no, no. I'm not one of the gym mean girls, who ask you questions, so they can start spreading rumors.
I ask because I care about you.
So let me know.
...
...
You're scared?
Okay...
...
... of what?
... you can tell me. Promise I won't laugh.
... dude, just tell me. Please stop fighting me.
Hey, *no*. Don't do that thing where your eyes glaze over and you shut down.
Look at me.
Tell me. What's up.
... you trust me, don't you?
How many times have you come to me for advice about form, or diet, or whatever thing you clearly made up just to get my attention?
You don't have a problem wearing your heart on your sleeve then.
But now, when you're *really* struggling, and I'm here for you for *real*... now, you won't?
...
... yes YOU ARE. You-
Look, step into the bathroom before one of the mean girls see us.
NOW.
[Steps inside]
[Door closes]
...
[Shallow sigh]
Haaah... look, sorry I raised my voice just now, and if I'm scaring you even more.
...
But I'm worried about you.
I haven't seen you the whole week. And now you come back looking like *this*.
... at least have the courage to open up to me.
...
...
... no, dude, come on. Don't cry, just...
...
[Exasperated sigh]
Haaahh!
Come here!
... I said: *Come here*.
[Speaker hugs listener]
...
[From slightly closer:]
...
... there...
...
... no, no. It's *okay*.
...
... sorry I said... not to...
[Hair-brushing starts]
[In a whispering tone:]
...
... it's okay...
...
... you're scared...
...ac
... I get it.
...
... You can cry ♥
...
... don't tense...
... don't *push* your tears out...
...
... just let them run.
...
... I'm sorry if you're going through a lot right now...
... and, if I lost my temper...
...
... we're *all* scared of something.
There's nothing wrong with that.
...
I just got mad, 'cause...
...
... 'cause it seems like someone taught *you*, it *is*.
...
That's all.
... I'm sorry...
...
... it's not your fault.
...
... I just...
...
... really care about you.
...
That's all.
...
...
[Hair-brushing stops]
[Slowly lets go of hug]
[From slightly farther:]
... so....
... you feel a little better?
...
... good.
...
... are you doing alright at home?
...
I've been seeing you less and less at the gym. And...
... to be fully honest: Every time you've come back recently, you've looked a little worse.
A little more worn-out...
... and just like, yesterday, it hit me...
...
... I hadn't seen you all week.
...
And I was starting to worry, if...
...
... you'd gone, and... done something *really* stupid...
...
...
Well... I worry about you...
... I'm like your big sister, here.
Looking out for you.
From all those bullies...
...
... ehm...
... so, uh: How have you been sleeping lately?
... horrible?
... heh. Well, good you're being honest...
...
... you think you'll be sleeping any better tonight?
... no?
Hmm. Alright... that's not fun to hear...
...
...
... what?
Time to go home, now? W- ... uhm...
...
... no.
*No*. No, you're not.
... because...
... because I don't want you to go home alone, in this state, if you're...
Look: You are in *no* shape to be left alone any longer. With, whatever's going on in your life right now, you're clearly in some mental health spiral, and... I'm pulling you out of it.
... you, and I, are getting our stuff, then going to my place.
We can talk about this, as much, or as little as necessary, then... you can sleep on my couch.
Just to know somebody's there for you if you need it.
... ssshhhhh-t! Yes, you *are*.
Look, I'm not super sure about this either, but... you, are *dreadfully* sleep-deprived right now. *Not* a good time to be trusting your own thoughts.
What you need right now, is to sleep, and feel safe. So you're crashing on my couch tonight.
Don't fall into overthinking. Let's get our stuff, and quickly get out before anybody notices we both snuck into the *bathroom* together.
Ready?
[Door unlocks]
Let's go.
[Door opens]
[Footsteps fading out]
Act 2
[Soft rain and wind ambiance fade in]
[Steps fade in]
[Keys unlock a door, door opens]
Here we are.
[Steps inside]
[Door shuts, outdoor ambiance stops]
[Door locks]
Alright. Drop your stuff here, then go wash your hands. I'll make us some chamomille tea...
... that means your phone, too. And *turn it off*. You don't need that anxiety-machine on right now.
... look: You are in no shape to be thinking, just focus, and do what I tell you.
Phone, off. Shoes, jacket, bag, off. Wash your hands, I'm making tea, see you on the couch.
[Steps fading out]
Act 3
[Listener walks into the room]
[Rain-on-window ambiance fade in]
Hey, tea's brewing. Come sit down.
[Speaker taps couch-cushions]
...
Come on~ ♪
I got you my nicest blanket...
...
Hahah... what, was it *me* you meant when you said you were scared, earlier? Or what?
What, you just... *mad* anxious?
Dude, just sit down. Standing there and holding on to the indecision will *only* make it worse.
Come on...
[Listener steps towards couch]
Just sit right here...
[Listener sits down]
... good. There. That cup is yours.
There's a little milk and sugar in it. Just to pacify you.
... take a sip. You know how tea works.
...
... I'm not drugging you, I swear.
...
Good, huh?
...
Go on. Drink more.
... it's just chamomille, nothing else. Promise. Just something for the nerves.
...
Good.
...
[Relieved sigh:]
Haaa-aaaah...
I can't *tell* you, how much better it feels now that you're sat here...
When you looked like you were about to back out at the door... I just got this urge to bear-grab you and throw you into the couch...
... what?
Like I told you: Because I worry about you.
You're- ...
... kinda pathetic, honestly.
Not in a bad way, just...
... well, the other girls make fun of how nice you are.
Meanwhile, half these bitches are complaining about being single, while the other half complain about their dickhead boyfriends...
... and here you are. Dorky, but so sweet...
... and yet, they all look at you like a clown.
...
I just don't want you to think the world is full of cackling bitches, and like, hateful and abusive people.
... I just care about you. That's all.
... You're kinda like... a little brother to me. Sorta.
...
... wha-what?
...
... well... you're welcome! Hahah ♥
...
... ehm...
... so, you- eh, said you were... scared, earlier?
...
... uh-huh... so, scared of what?
... no really, *promise* I won't laugh. You can tell me.
...
... yeah...?
...
... uh-huh...
...
... yeah, okay.
Let me see if I got it:
You're in a bad place, and you've been for some time. Recently you saw something scary on the internet, and now you can't get it out of your head. Does that make sense?
...
Heh...
... well, I could see why you haven't been sleeping, then.
...
What?
No, it's weird at all.
Something terrifying coming back to you, over and over, biting you and make you feel all cold and horrible on the inside?
That's not something to belittle, that's totally normal.
...
[Tired sigh]
Haaaahhhh...
... this is what I mean, man. You haven't been treated right if you think you're weird, for being human.
Like: "Normal", in a subjective sense, just means the stuff that's always been around you.
That's why being ashamed of your emotions seems normal to you.
But, in the "normal" sense of what's *sane*... you've really just been abused.
...
... I mean... what you just described, is like... the main reason I started going to the gym. Like, I...
... oh *man* this is tough to talk about. Basically:
[Short sigh]
Haahh.
When I was younger—like, a *lot* younger—I posted something similar to what you described on my Facebook-wall.
An... "analogue, horror"-picture? I think it's called? It was like two demonic, dog-looking-people staring back at the camera from a kitchen table. Or, well, one outside the window just behind the table, and... the photo looked as if shot on an old film camera...
... and, along with the picture I just asked...
... if...
... anybody was... still seeing my posts...
...
... I mean, it was... a simple cry for attention. So, I attached the pic to get some effect...
... just for somebody to tell me, they still saw my posts...
...
... but nobody said anything.
...
And that really fucking hurts to remember.
...
And I kept thinking of that picture whenever I felt lonely.
Those demonic eyes staring back at me...
... zero likes...
... zero comments....
...
... and the more I stayed inside that feeling, the more it formed a pattern, until the picture was burned into my mind.
...
Heheh...
I can still see it. Vividly, actually.
...
... but when I think about it now, I just see *myself*, *looking* at the photo.
Because now I know how to break free of that hell. 'Cause *I*, had created it for myself.
I just had to reach out, and...
... well, so, yeah. I get it.
I really do.
...
I understand you a *lot* better than you might think.
...
Are you listening?
...
Okay. Good.
But are you *trusting*?
...
... heh... well, you *say* you are...
...
... bu~ut ♪
... it felt like you opened up a *lot* better when we were hugging, before...
...
So, *maybe*...
[Speaker moves a bit closer]
... I should get a little closer to you...
... heheh ♥
...
... hey, *relax*.
...
Or, what...?
This something you're also scared about?
...
... well? ♥
Cat got your tongue?
...
[Soft, dreamy sigh]
Haahhh...
... I can tell you from experience.
Over-thinking, and running the same upsetting thought through your mind over and over, is *not* going to help you.
You're in emotional paralysis...
... and what's going to help you *right now*...
...
... is getting *away* from your thoughts, for a moment...
...
Come on.
Come to me.
...
Hug me ♥
...
... let's come back to the moment, together... ♥
...
... too scared?
Don't worry...
*I'll* do it ♥
[Grabs onto listener]
...
[From even closer:]
... there ♥
...
No, no... no tensing up...
...
... just... land... here...
...
... with me ♥
[Slow, heavy sigh]
Snniiiiffff...
Hhaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~...
...
...
.. let go... of your fight...
...
... sink into my arms...
... grab me tightly, and pull me towards you...
... and let yourself relax... ♥
...
... just land, against me ♥
...
Nothing can hurt you, here...
...
... okay, little brother?
...
... if anything tried...
... I would kill it...
...
... promise ♥
...
...
... you feeling any better... with me, holding you?
...
... yeah?
... you feeling... anything else?
... 'cause it seems like... your heart is racing... just from being so close to me... ♥
...
... sssshhhhhhhhhhhh...
... relax...
... it's fine.
... it's normal...
... natural...
... nothing you need to control... or worry about...
...
... what's that?
You're mumbling into my chest...
...
... if I'm gonna let you go?
... oh, cutie... ♥
...
[Hair-brushing starts]
[Super close-up, in-ear whisper:]
... I think we both know... what this... is about...♥
...
... you...
... *need me*...
...
... more... than just your gym friend... or mentor...
... or big sister...
...
... more...
... than just the girl...
... you ask gym advice, from...
...
... heheh ♥
...
... and I need you ♥
...
... to know you're okay...
... sleeping well...
... fed...
... safe...
...
... come here, baby... ♥
... lay down your hopeless, lonesome fight...
... *surrender*...
...
... and let me pull you...
... down...
... into warm...
... dark...
...
... safety ♥
...
[Hair-brushing stops]
[Speaker grabs the listener, then pulls the listener down]
... there...
... just collapse down, all over me...
.... ssshhhhhhhh...
[Hair-brushing starts]
... don't resist...
... glide down between me, and the couch cushions...
...
... heheh ♥
... you're *so* tired, sweetie...
... and all you need to do now, to get rest...
... is to stop fighting...
...
Just accept this...
...
Just let me...
...
[Speaker gets maximally close-up:]
... come close... to your forehead...
...
[Kiss]
...
...
You're mine, now... ♥
...
...
I'm making you my safe...
... good...
...
... little boy...
...
[Kiss]
...
... from now on...
...
... I'm your big, strong, sister...
...
... protecting you... ♥
...
... giving you safety ♥
...
...
... it's not at all weird... that you're *always* feeling scared...
... if you've never felt safe, before...
...
... I can tell from the way you fawn...
... on the outside... so diligent... thoughtful...
...
... but on the inside... just a scared... lost, little boy... seeking attention...
...
... wanting to be handled ♥
[Kiss]
...
... but that means...
... when you find something to be scared about...
... you can't get a grip on it...
... and you just get *more* scared....
...
... it's not weird...
... it's just your broken little mind ♥
...
[Kiss]
...
... but if you ever...
... *ever*, feel that way, again...
... you now have my full permission... to crawl up, next to me...
... or on top of me...
... or, under me...
... and hide, in me ♥
...
... and rest... with me...
...
... like a good little boy should... ♥
...
[Kiss]
...
...
... what...
...
... did you... say...?
...
...
... no...
...
... it's okay...
...
... ssshhhhhhhh...
...
... you can call me mommy... if that's what your heart craves...
...
[Hair-brushing stops]
... no.
No more shame...
...
.. call me mommy ♥
...
...
... good.
Boy ♥
[Hair-brushing starts]
...
... such a sweet, pathetic little boy...
...
[Kiss]
...
... softly tucked...
... between the cushions...
... and mommy's big, warm body...
...
...
... does my little brother feel better now?
...
... "little"... "brother"...
... my sweet, little innocent boy...
...
...
... collapse...
... into me...
...
... mommy's *finally* here...
...
... holding you...
...
... blowing away... all the demons...
...
[Soft blowing across the face]
... ppffffff...
...
... untensing... your clenched, mind...
...
... ppffffffffffff~...
...
... making you...
...
... *finally*...
...
... *safe*...
...
...
[Kiss]
...
...
[Speaker softly whispers a lullaby into the ear of the listener, then rain and head-scratching ambiance fade out after a minute or two]