Apartment 1303 3D Page #2

died in here.

I can feel it. I can feel it.

Someone is dead in here.

Janet, talk to me.

What's going on?

- Insane! Are you stoned?

- I'm fine.

I'm okay. I'm okay now.

Everything's fine.

I don't now what got into me.

I think this whole place is freaking me out.

I... I just don't like it, you know.

And I signed a one year lease.

The first decision I made on my own,

and I think I made a mistake.

It's all good. No worries, okay?

But I got to go.

All right. Bye.

Who's there?

Who did this to me? What happened?

"Side effects may include sleewwalking. "

Oh, god.

I should always read the labels.

Oh. Hi Emily.

Hey, um. Were you playing in my

apartment last night?

Were you playing ball in my apartment?

- Come on. Let's go see your mom.

- Don't touch me.

Go away.

I can't think of anything interesting

to say about headphones.

I hope I survive next round o lay off.

If I had known they were coming,

I would have

never signed the lease

on my stupid apartment.

Don't worry, it's not like they pay us

any real money anyway.

What is that?

- What happened?

- Oh, this?

I couldn't sleep last night.

Maybe I took too many sleeping pills.

I don't know. I think I sleepwalked into

a wall or something.

- You got punched, didn't you?

- What? Is that what it looks like?

If my boyfriend slapped me,

I would go straight to the police.

I would beat the motherf***er senseless

first and then I would go to the police.

Look, okay?

Joyce, I swear Mark had nothing to

do with this. Nothing at all.

And if he did, you think that

I would put up with that?

If you say so.

I really don't know what happened.

I really don't know, and

it's freaking me out.

All I remember is that

I went to bed last night,

and I had horrible nightmares.

And when I got up this morning,

I was covered in bruises.

When you're ready to talk

about it truthfully,

- I'm here.

- Joyce, you're my best friend.

I just told the truth.

Mom, we need food.

Do you want to go get it together?

Mom?

Why?

Jesus f***ing christ. why?

Mom! Watch your...

Oh, hi Lara, sweety

- Hey.

- Oh baby.

- What happened?

- Nobody is tweeting me.

- I worked so hard.

- What?

Do you know how insane this sounds?

Come on, get up. Up!

No, it's not insane at all.

Oh, god, jesus.

We need food. Just come on.

Let's go get some food.

Oh my Lara, my Lara.

Mom, come on. We need food.

Come on. Get up.

I'm not hungry. And anyway,

I have the D.U.I.

So you just go get some, sweetheart.

I can't keep spending all my money.

I already make so little already.

That's what this is...

That's what this is about, isn't it?

That's all you care about is my money!

You were pretending that you cared.

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