Purgatory House

Silver Strand:
We're all here because we did some stupid things. We expressed ourselves with drugs, alcohol, self-mutilation, sex and with suicide. And our lives, our minds, our selves are gone because of our bad decisions. We took the road less traveled. And we died. And we never will recover from that. [looks at Saint James] But that's part of the whole plan.

Johnny:
All he ever does is talk about sex and whether or not he should keep his weed plant in direct sunlight or if he should keep it shadded. I mean shaded. He actually said shadded.

Sam:
Hey Jess, This is my girl, Silver.

Jessie:
Like the metal? Cool.

Silver Strand:
Do you ever feel stupid for leaving?

Atticis:
Absolutely. I'm a stupid man. How many other fifteen year old boys get drunk and fall off mountains?

Saint James:
I'll be your supplier for eternity.

Silver Strand:
You're letting me do drugs?

Saint James:
Oh, yes. In fact, we insist on it.

Celeste:
Silver, this is what you do. You put out this certain image, this certain attitude, and you wonder why people don't like you? You wonder why your friends dump you? It's because you're so selfish and caught up in you, and your life and your problems. Yeah, I am embarrassed of you. You're careless. You act stupid. And you always have to be the center of attention.

Silver Strand:
I know I'm pathetic, and I hate myself for it. And if I was someone else, I wouldn't like me either.

Gameshow Host:
The question is: do I find it acceptable for fourteen year old kids to kill themselves, and throw away the lives I so generously gave them?

Silver Strand:
[voice over] You would think that God would be there. That she would care, have compassion, give you that reassuring smile and tell you that it would all be better. That's what brought me to my suicide. But instead of comfort when I arrived, I was punished. Punished to the immortality of this place. [title card appears]

Teacher:
[snapping at a student] Hey! None of that!

Marsha:
No, it's okay. I want them to be honest about what they're feeling. A lot of teen suicides have to do with kids bottling up their emotions and having nobody to talk to.

Saint James:
Drug addict huh?

Silver Strand:
I prefer the term mind-expanding user.

Johnny:
I just don't wanna see you end up like him. I mean, seriously, is he *ever* not on something?

Silver Strand:
...No...

Johnny:
All he ever talks about is sex and whether or not he should put his weed plant in direct sunlight or if he should keep it shadded. i-i mean 'shaded', he actually said 'shadded'.

Silver Strand:
Hahaha... Um... why do you hang out with him if all you ever do is bag on him?

Johnny:
Honestly? Because you're always with him... silver, break up with him. I knew you before you two hooked up, and you've changed so much! Those dark circles around your eyes? You used to want to look like that, now you can't *help* it.

Silver Strand:
What's that supposed to mean?

Johnny:
You're *always* out of it.

Silver Strand:
Are you gonna start telling me to take advantage of the school tutor program because I'm failing all of my goddamn classes?

Johnny:
You're gonna wind up dead, pregnant, not passing school this year? Maybe you *should* take advantage of the school tutor program!

Silver Strand:
Look, I just turned down HEROINE, alright? Do you think it's easy having my boyfriend pushing chronic laced with PCP at me inside of a love letter? If you really cared about me, you'd just let me do my thing and you wouldn't make me feel like I'm a weak, wasted, lost little girl.

Johnny:
You *are* a weak, wasted, lost little girl.