Running with Scissors Page #2

I regret the day I ever married you.

Will you two stop fighting?

This is between me and your father!

Your father is the one...

Well, I live here too, you know!

Look at you. Look at your damn face.

You got the face of a man twice your age.

Forty-five going on 90!

Will you just shut up?

He's not moving!

No, he's just playing another one

of his horribly manipulative games.

Get up, Norman!

Get up, Norman.

Enough of your pranks.

Please don't kill her.

He's not gonna kill me.

He'd rather suffocate me with

his horribly oppressive manipulation

and then wait for me to cut my own throat.

Go to bed. Go to bed, Augusten.

You've got school in the morning.

I don't want to go to school.

You've got to go, Augusten!

You can't keep skipping or I'll get arrested.

Why can't we just be a normal family?

Oh, thank God.

Hello there.

Please come in.

I've just been a frantic wreck

waiting for you to get here.

It's okay now, Mrs. Burroughs.

Oh, no, please. Call me Deirdre.

Where's Norman, dear?

Oh, he's passed out drunk.

- I see.

- I was afraid for my life tonight.

I thought for sure he was gonna kill me,

that this would finally be the night.

Would you like a Sanka?

I'd like some slices of bologna

with a side of horseradish.

Do you mind, son?

Don't you worry about your parents,

buckaroo. We'll get this all sorted out.

Good luck.

I just pray to God Norman doesn't snap.

One of these days he's gonna snap

and kill us all.

Enough!

That's not the way to talk around your son.

You need to comfort him, not frighten him.

That's right. I know.

I'm sorry, Augusten.

I'm just very upset right now.

Sit down, Deirdre.

Good night, Augusten.

Now.

I'm gonna ask you a number of questions

if that's all right with you.

They may seem rather personal.

In fact, you may not see the relevance.

But I believe that's up to me,

as the doctor, to decide.

So,

your

anxiety level.

How would you describe it?

Well, I'm just frantic.

I'm very, very upset. I'm very anxious.

I feel very emotionally charged.

And I feel like I'm at the end of my rope.

Tell me about your bowel movements.

Have you noticed any changes

either in regularity,

or the shape and density

of the bowel matter itself?

Is that really...

I mean... Do we have to...

What I'm getting at is constipation.

Both literal and subconscious.

Are you constipated in your life, Deirdre?

Stuck?

I am.

I am stuck.

I understand you write a lot.

Are you energetic when you write? Frantic?

Well...

When I write I'm writing from

my unconscious. Or I'm trying to.

Do you have sex with your husband?

- Yes.

- Do you enjoy it?

Back to your anxiety for a moment.

You have thoughts of suicide, Deirdre?

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