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Claire! Are you okay?

I can't. I can't do this.

I thought I wouldn't last after girls anymore, but... I haven't changed.

It's okay.

What happened?

I can't. I can't do this anymore.

I've been trying.

I've been praying.

Maybe I'm not trying hard enough.

Claire, I don't know what you're going through, but you want to be so hard on

yourself.

I can't help it.

I can't help but think how happy I was before I came to this

place.

Before my parents.

I had a girlfriend.

I was happy.

My parents loved her too.

So perfect.

Then why did you ever come here?

I had no immediate relatives in the state, so

I got taken in by my grandparents.

They knew about me and Michelle, so they sent me here immediately.

They didn't even let me greet.

Didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye.

I'm sorry.

You never told me your story.

I knew you came here about six months ago, but that's about it.

You don't want to tell me, so you don't have to.

No, it's fine.

I was married at a really young age

to a man that my parents loved.

Looking back, I never loved him.

I just wanted to make my parents proud.

I always had feelings for my best friend growing up.

But I never acted on them because I was afraid.

What was her name?

Abigail.

I'm over a taste.

Here, baby.

Sure. No problem.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Uh, no.

Don't go to any trouble.

So, you attended my bridal shower, my bachelorette party.

You even RSVP'd to the wedding.

I'm dying to know why you were a part of every important event in my life.

But you couldn't show up on the most important day that I needed you the

I am so sorry. I know. Too late.

You hurt me.

You never gave me a solid reason why either.

I mean, are we even friends?

I would have shown up for you.

And everyone was like, where's Abigail? And...

I

love you.

I've always loved you ever since we first met and became friends, and I...

I decided to make a move, and I didn't want to lose you as a friend.

And I know this isn't fair to you.

I really... I do, and I'm so sorry. I just... I... I

thought I... I thought I could get over it.

I know it's too late. I just... I wanted to be there for you. The closer the day

got, the more it got under my skin, and I couldn't... I couldn't

do it. I couldn't do it. I couldn't watch the only girl I've ever loved get

married to someone else, and... I know it's too late, and I...

I'm so sorry.

I never wanted to hurt you.

I love

you too.

I didn't know. I didn't know. I'm sorry.

I always loved you.

Thank you.

I'm tired about this shit.

It's the best experience I've ever had.

Thank you.

I'm going to be happy.

Hmm.

I thought he would divorce me.

But he wanted to hurt me much worse than taking everything in a divorce.

He told my family.

He alienated me from Abigail.

He admitted me into this facility, claiming I'd gone insane.

We're still legally married.

I'm so sorry. Sorry.

We'll be outta here soon.

We have to stay strong.

traumatizing. I hate her.

I hate this place.

I can't stand to be here another week.

I'd rather die than do that.

Once I figure out a way to escape, I will let you know.

Believe me, I've tried many times and it's only ever resulted in me getting

thrown in the hole.

Okay, what is this hole I keep hearing everybody talk about?

It's this dark place where they isolate you from light, fresh air, human

interaction, everything.

It doesn't sound so bad at first, but believe me, it sucks.

You go crazy in there.

I mean, you start hearing things.

Worst of all, you really start to believe that you deserve all the bad

they do to us in here.

God, that sounds terrible.

How did you end up in here?

It's a long story.

But the short version is... I was bullied in high school.

And once I was getting out, it had already spiraled out of control.

People were keying slurs into my car.

I remember someone had actually thrown a rock through my parents' living room

window.

I thought it might be best to let them know about all the shit that I'd been

going through for the past three years.

Their only solution was to drop me off here and completely forget about me.

Fuck.

I'm so sorry.

I can't even imagine.

I thought I had a bed.

I'm so, so sorry.

It can only get better from here, right?

Right.

No closed doors around here, Haley.

You know better.

Don't let it happen again.

I came to tell you that you'll be on laundry duty for the next two days since

you were unable to do the dishes this morning.

Okay, I guess I'll see you later.