Daily Dialogue: Wings of Marie

Forty minutes a day, even on a day when it’s time to let your hair down, two women spring to mind and ramble on.

Susannah
I just heard about the accident. Are you ok?

Marie
Yeah, it was only a few stairs.

Susannah
Only a few?

Marie
More than a few?

Susannah
Two flights of stairs isn’t only a few. You’re lucky to be alive.

Marie
No, I just read too much.

Susannah
What do you mean?

Marie
It helps to go limp when you’re tumbling.

Susannah
Why?

Marie
So, like, the energy from the falling can, like, flow out of you, man…

Susannah
Leave the New Age, please.

Marie
Sorry. But, yeah, that’s all I did.

Susannah
Gee, that’s great, you only have a broken arm.

Marie
Instead of a broken everything? I’ll take what I can get.

Susannah
How’d you manage to fall down the stairs?

Marie
Daydreaming.

Susannah
Typical.

Marie
What? Dreamers gotta dream, right?

Susannah
And fall down stairs, it seems.

Marie
It was only a few.

Susannah
What caught your attention so strongly that you missed the obvious?

Marie
Typical girl stuff.

Susannah
…you have to get over him.

Marie
I was!

Susannah
No, you were letting him almost kill you. He’s the same in your head and in front of you.

Marie
Don’t say that.

Susannah
Oh, so you’ve never been in a hospital before on account of him?

Marie
Yeah, but… Can we not talk about this? We were having a good time.

Susannah
We’d be having a great time if you weren’t here, but he put you here. Again.

Marie
This time wasn’t his fault! It was mine, I daydr–

Susannah
Still taking responsibility for him.

Marie
You were supposed to be my friend today. Share some candy, draw on my cast…

Susannah
Draw on your cast? Listen to you! You’re hurt because of him and yet you’re trying to make it fun!

Marie
IT’S ALL I CAN DO, OK?! I’M A FUCKING MISERABLE WASTE OF A WOMAN WHO CAN’T GET OVER THE MAN WHO BEAT HER FOR FIVE YEARS BECAUSE SHE STILL FUCKING LOVES HIM! ARE YOU HAPPY?! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?! I’M USELESS WITHOUT HIM!!

Susannah
Marie… I… I can’t believe you think that way about yourself.

Marie
Well, why not? Everyone else thinks it.

Susannah
No, they don’t.

Marie
How many parties have I been invited to lately?

Susannah
Marie…

Marie
No, c’mon, tell me. How many of my “friends” still want me around?

Susannah
You’re being–

Marie
You’re my friend.

Susannah
I am.

Marie
And you’re here.

Susannah
I am.

Marie
It’s been two days since the accident. I told everyone I know what happened. Two days. You’re the only person I heard back from. Everyone. Including family.

Susannah
You were never a family person.

Marie
And it looks like I never will. I can add not being a friend person to that list, it seems.

Susannah
You’re a good friend.

Marie
I’m a mooch, Susannah. Who wants to get back into an abusive relationship. Where’s the good in that?

Susannah
I think you’re a good friend.

Marie
Why? What have I done for you?

Susannah
You’ve done a lot for me.

Marie
Thanks for the non-answer. Look, I appreciate you coming here. I really, truly am. But you don’t need to humor me anymore.

Susannah
Humor you?

Marie
I’m a charity case.

Susannah
What?

Marie
If people are interested in me now, it’s because they see me as a wounded bird. Literally now. Someone in trouble that they can take care of so they feel better about themselves, whether they realize it or not. I had time to think in the last two days, and I accepted my lot in life.

Susannah
What makes you think I see you that way?

Marie
The look in your eye. The only person to not look at me that way was… him. Maybe that’s why I love him. Maybe that’s why no one loves me. You can only take care of a bird for so long before you want it to leave the nest. It’s ok, Susannah. Eyes don’t lie. Lips and tongues, but never eyes.

Susannah
I… I can’t believe…

Marie
You can leave now, if you want. Someone will come along someday and take me in for a while. Or not.  Then I’ll die. But that’ll be ok, because then I can’t be a burden anymore. The world will be free of another wounded bird.

Susannah
You can’t think that way.

Marie
Why not? It’s comforting, in a sense. To know your place in the world. I can only hope that I don’t meet another fist… but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Susannah
Marie…

Marie
Goodbye, Susannah. Make a better friend than me.

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