Girl on the Edge

I just remember, um... the light through the crack under the door

and I remember asking my mom, you know, can I come out now?

And then I smelled smoke so I, you know, ran out to find her

And then I smelled smoke so I, you know, ran out to find her

and then I heard this noise coming from her bedroom like she was crying,

but also like there was someone crying with her.

And, uh-- you know, I was-- oh, God, I was only like five years old so,

of course, I started crying, too, but I couldn't see anything.

I just started-- just--just banging on the glass and then my mom showed up

and she swung open the door and she was standing there naked.

and she swung open the door and she was standing there naked.

And all of a sudden I was up in the air and her nails were just digging into my arms

and she was screaming at me and she was screaming at me so loud.

And her eyes, God... her eyes were just... just black.

I don't know what to do. I'm scared.

Who else has seen them? No. How am I supposed to know who posted them?

I don't even remember taking them. Yes, of course. Of course I've been trying to reach him.

I've been trying to reach him all week. Yeah, I'm sure. I know that he didn't post them, okay?

His phone must have been hacked or... okay, do not tell me to chill out.

His phone must have been hacked or... okay, do not tell me to chill out.

How would you feel if your naked pictures got leaked all over the internet?

Yeah, that's your answer for everything.

Besides, smoking that shit makes me even more paranoid.

All I really need right now is something to just help me forget about all of this.

- Jake? - Hmm?

- Hey, Jake, honey, wake up. - -What?

- Hannah's not here. - What time is it?

It's eleven forty-five.

Okay, uh... okay, uh... give me the phone.

No, sweetie. When I went into her room to check on her I found this.

-What are they? -They're pills. Does it matter? I mean, does it matter?

Well, of course they do. I mean, it could be...

Adderall or Ritalin, you know, how they sell these to their friends during finals

for tests, I... I saw that on some-- -Are you really rationalizing this?

for tests, I... I saw that on some-- -Are you really rationalizing this?

I'm not rationalizing anything. I... I just think we need to think clearly about this.

- Sweetie, you know what would make me feel a lot better? - -What?

Is if you'd just admit it, that you don't know what to do about this. Neither of us do.

Come on. It started with booze, then it's weed, and now it's pills.

Are you not worried? This is your daughter we're talking about.

Aren't you worried? I'm worried.

Okay, you just woke me up, all right? Give me a minute.

All right. Well, how many times do we need to have this conversation?

We can't just assume the worst, all right? We... we need to talk to her about this.

We can't just assume the worst, all right? We... we need to talk to her about this.

-Talk to her about it? -Yeah.

Yeah, because that worked so well with her junkie mom.

Oh, come on. Anne, look.

No, you look. Hannah's not an addict, she's self-medicating.

This goes deeper than drugs. She needs real help and we're over our heads.

Hey, it's almost six-forty. Let's get going.

Morning. You had us worried last night. Twelve fifteen.

That's not what we agreed to.

Yeah, that wasn't my fault. Ashley's sister was late to pick us up.

She had a date.

Must have been a hot date.

Must have been a hot date.

Goodbye! Love you, too.

Why do you even bother, Jake?

Force of habit.

What was her excuse this time?

-Ashley's sister was late. She had a big date. -Mmm.

-Ashley's sister was late. She had a big date. -Mmm.

Hey, you hungry? Made breakfast.

No, thanks.

Well, I am starving.

Hey, um... is Tommy working today?

- Tommy who? - Tommy Miller.

He hasn't worked here in a month.

Oh. Um... all right, well, do you know where I can find him?

It's kind of important.

Look, I hired Tommy because he has good weed

and his face brought in pretty girls like you, but you know what?

You kids don't buy anything.

All right, I'm just asking for help. You don't have to be rude about it.

Rude? You want to know what's rude?

Rude? You want to know what's rude?

Flirting with my employees while you're holding up the line for serious collectors.

This is a vinyl store, okay? We sell vinyl here.

Not the kind they use to make purses. So unless you've got a Stratocaster in that backpack

right there that you want to pawn off, I suggest you go home and stick to downloading

your shitty music off of iTunes.

All right, look, can you just give me his email address or something?

Please? I really need to talk to him.

I thought you actually knew this kid. Ah, shit.

Terrific. What are you? Another fucking groupie? What do I look like? His manager?

Terrific. What are you? Another fucking groupie? What do I look like? His manager?

All right, you know what? Forget it.

Watch where you're going, idiot.

Hey! Don't come back here!

What?

We need to talk.

Okay, well... I'm doing homework.

Hannah, please close your computer.

Why?

Why?

Ow. What? Okay, what is going on?

We talked to Ashley's mom today.

When exactly were you going to tell us about the naked photos of you on the web, Hannah?

How many times have we told you?

When something goes online, it stays online forever.

Yeah, but it's not my fault, okay? I'm not the one who posted them.

Yeah, but it's not my fault, okay? I'm not the one who posted them.

So who did? The guy you sent them to? Who?

I don't know. Maybe.

You don't know? Maybe?

Hannah, you took your clothes off and sent naked photos of yourself to someone.

What were you thinking?

- I wasn't. - Apparently!

-Did you have sex with him? -No.

Don't you lie to me.

Fine. We probably did but I don't remember. Satisfied?

Fine. We probably did but I don't remember. Satisfied?

-I am not satisfied. No! -Jake.

Hannah, sweetie? You need to understand how serious what you just said is, okay?

Did you take any drugs or alcohol that night? We found the pills in your room.

You have to be a hundred percent honest with us, okay?

You have to be a hundred percent honest with us, okay?

Yeah, okay. But it wasn't... it wasn't like that.

How old was this boy? How old, Hannah?

- Eighteen. - Eighteen.

You're fifteen! It's criminal, okay! It's statutory rape. What the fuck were you thinking?

Okay, Dad! You're scaring me.

Look, I'll tell you everything you want to know if you just promise that you'll calm down.

Look, I'll tell you everything you want to know if you just promise that you'll calm down.

When did it happen, sweetie?

Three weeks ago.

You... you are going to tell me who that scumbag is.

Wait here.

Excuse me? Hey! Thomas Miller, you better be telling me the truth.

Excuse me? Hey! Thomas Miller, you better be telling me the truth.

- Yes? - Hi. Mrs. Anne Green, please.

Speaking.

Hi, Mrs. Green. This is Lauren Miller. Tommy's mother. My son and your daughter...

-hello?

What are you doing at my home? How'd you get my address?

I need to know why you had my son expelled from school today.

You know damn well why your son got himself expelled.

But Tommy isn't even capable of doing those things.

He doesn't even go to school with your daughter.

You're ruining his life.

Are you kidding me? Ruining his life?

I know my son. He is a good boy.

Your son is a fucking monster and he should be behind bars.

Don't walk away from me. I'm not finished. Please, Mrs. Green.

Please don't do this. I am a single mother. I can't afford to homeschool him.

Please don't do this. I am a single mother. I can't afford to homeschool him.

Slut.

You know, sweetheart? Anne really wanted to be here today.

She doesn't care. Whatever. It doesn't matter. I sucked anyway.

You didn't suck. You were awesome. Don't say that.

No, no, no, I... I just, you know, I... I wanted to explain to you that... hey, sweetheart?

Hannah? Can you look at me while I'm talking to you?

Can you act like you're paying attention?

-Hannah?

-Hannah?

- Goddamn it. - -At night, so cold...

Oh, hey. Hannah? Hannah, can you come here for a minute?

- Why? - Uh... because it's important.

Not now.

Okay, I promise, it's just going to take a minute.

Hannah, come down right now.

Hannah?

-Why'd you let her go upstairs? -I didn't let her go upstairs, Jake.

Ah, Jesus.

Ah, Jesus.

- Hannah? - Crap!

- Open up, sweetie. - No! This is my room and I don't want you coming in. Go away.

Okay, Hannah, you need to calm down.

Do not tell me to calm down!

- Hey! -You're the ones who are freaking out for no reason.

What the hell are Nanna and Grandpa downstairs?

Okay, okay, okay, calm down.

That's what we need to talk to you about.

Talk about what? Why are my suitcases out?

Why were you going through my stuff again?

This is very important. We just need you to listen.

This is very important. We just need you to listen.

We already talked the other night. What do you want from me? You guys are fucking crazy!

Hey! You watch your language, okay?

Because of your bad choices,

we are sending you to the same place that your friend April went.

April is not my friend. April gave head to the whole Lacrosse team.

Ah! Goddamn it!

- Hannah! - No!

- Hannah! - I'm not going!

- Open up! - Why are you doing this to me? I won't go!

- Open up! - Why are you doing this to me? I won't go!

Okay, sweetie. Look... I know you're angry.

But you have to understand that we're only doing this because we love you.

No, you don't. You're not my mother.

Hannah! You listen to me right now.

You either open up this door and let Anne and I take you there tonight

or I'm going to call a transport service

and they're going to bring two complete strangers down here.

They're going to drag you out of there kicking and screaming whether you like it or not.

No, I'm not going. I'm not going anywhere. I want to kill myself.

No, I'm not going. I'm not going anywhere. I want to kill myself.

Okay. Enough, enough.

Uh... okay. Okay, Hannah. I know I'm not your mother...