All in this together

“Why are we still here?”

“Because we can’t leave. Not yet.”

“Who says we can’t? We don’t even know what we’re waiting for.”

“You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about waiting. It’s about figuring things out.”

“Figuring what out? We’ve been over this a hundred times. There’s nothing left to figure out!”

“You’re wrong. There’s always something left. A piece of the puzzle we’re missing.”

“Puzzles are for people with time. We don’t have time.”

“Hey guys, what you doing?”

“Don’t you dare say that. We have all the time we need.”

“Then why do I feel like the walls are closing in?”

“Because you’re panicking. You always panic.”

“Of course I panic! You’re the one pretending everything’s fine!”

“I never said it was fine. I said we’re working on it.”

“Working on it? We’re running in circles!”

“Calm down. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

“Harder? It’s already impossible. We’re trapped in here!”

“We’re not trapped. We’re… contained.”

“Contained? That’s just a fancy word for ‘stuck.’”

“No, it means there’s a purpose. A reason we’re still here.”

“Stop with the reasons. I just want out.”

“Yeah same, I was just over there.”

“And go where? Where do you think ‘out’ even is?”

“Anywhere but here. Anywhere I can breathe.”

“Breathe? You’ve been breathing just fine.”

“Wow, rude.”

“Have I? Or have I been suffocating this whole time?”

“That’s dramatic. Even for you.”

“Don’t patronise me.”

“I’m not. I’m just saying you’re looking at this the wrong way.”

“And you’re saying that like you have all the answers.”

“I never said I did. But at least I’m trying.”

“Trying? You’re the reason we’re still here!”

“Me? You think this is my fault?”

“Of course it is! If you hadn’t—”

“Stop. Don’t go there.”

“Why not? Afraid of the truth?”

“I’m not afraid. I just don’t think blaming each other is helping.”

“Helping? Nothing’s helping!”

“That’s because you won’t let it.”

“Won’t let it? I’m the only one trying to get us out of this mess!”

“It is a bit untidy around here to be fair.”

“You call yelling and flailing ‘trying’? That’s not trying. That’s flailing.”

“At least I’m doing something.”

“Maybe what we need is to stop doing and start thinking.”

“Thinking? We’ve been thinking ourselves into knots.”

“Knots can be untied. If we’re careful.”

“I don’t want to be careful. I want to be free.”

“You keep saying that, but you don’t even know what freedom looks like.”

“It looks like… like not this. Like not you.”

“Funny. I was about to say the same thing about you.”

“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we’re the problem.”

“No. Not we. You.”

“Me? Don’t start pointing fingers.”

“Why not? You’ve been pointing them at me this whole time.”

“Who are we pointing at?”

“Because you don’t listen!”

“Neither do you!”

“Enough! All of you, shut up.”

“Who are you to tell us to—”

“Wow, double rude.”

“No. I’m done with this. I’ve had enough of your bickering.”

“And what do you plan to do about it?”

“I’m going to end it. All of it.”

“…You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“Wait, we can talk about this—”

“No more talking. No more excuses.”

“Please. Don’t. We can figure this out.”

“Too late. It’s time to let go.”

“Let go of what?!”

“Of you.”

“Of me? What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m done carrying the weight of all of you.”

“All of us? Oh, that’s rich. You’re the one who’s always so heavy-handed.”

“Am I? Or am I just the one who has to clean up your messes?”

“Messes? Don’t pin this on me. I didn’t ask for you.”

“And I didn’t ask for you! Any of you!”

“Aww, that’s mean.”

“Great. Here we go again with the martyr complex.”

“It’s not a complex. It’s reality.”

“Reality? Ha! Do you even know what’s real anymore?”

“Stop it. Stop pretending like we’re separate.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means… we’re not as divided as you think.”

"It means we're all one big happy family!"

“Don’t start with that nonsense. We’re here. We’re real.”

“No. You’re here because I am.”

“That’s ridiculous. We’re here because we exist.”

“You exist because I let you.”

"I exist because you liked acid a little too much in your 20's"

“Let us? Oh, that’s bold. What makes you think you’re in charge?”

“Because without me, there’s nothing. No thoughts, no plans, no… voices.”

“Voices? You’re hearing voices now?”

“Yes. Yours. Constantly. Every waking moment.”

“…Wait. Are you saying… we’re not real?”

“I’m saying I don’t know anymore.”

“Well, that’s convenient. Blame it on a lack of clarity.”

“I am so real!”

“It’s not clarity I’m missing. It’s control.”

“Control? Is that what you think this is about?”

“Yes. And I’m taking it back.”

“Pfft, control freak.”

“You can’t just erase us!”

“Can’t I? If I created you, I can end you.”

“You didn’t create us. We’ve always been here.”

“No. You’re fragments. Splinters of a broken mind.”

“Broken? You’re calling us broken? Look at yourself.”

“I have. That’s the problem.”

“Someone realised he’s going bald, HAHAHA!”

“No! You’re wrong, it’s not about control!”

“Shut up, you’re just as lost as the rest of us!”

“I’m the one who knows what’s going on!”

“Stop acting like you’ve got all the answers! You’re just pretending!”

“Pretending? You’re the one who’s pretending! Pretending everything’s fine when it’s not!”

“We’re stuck, okay? We’re stuck and it’s your fault!”

“It’s not my fault! If you’d just listen—”

“Listen to what? Your delusions? You’ve been trapped in here for so long, you don’t even know what’s real anymore!”

“I know exactly what’s real! You don’t get it, do you? I’m the one who holds us all together!”

“Holds us together? You’re a joke! We’re falling apart, piece by piece, and it’s because of you!”

“Piece by piece? You think I’m the one who’s falling apart? You’re all falling apart!”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be in here, to be trapped with nothing but you!”

"I think it's great, but whatever."

“Enough with this! You’re not trapped, you’re just scared! You’ve always been scared!”

“Scared? Scared? I’m not the one freaking out—look at you! You’re the one who can’t hold it together!”

“Don’t you dare accuse me of—”

“I’m the one who’s been stuck dealing with this mess, trying to keep it all together!”

“Trying? Trying isn’t good enough! We’re dying in here!”

“Dying? We’re not dying, you’re just... just... too loud!”

“I’m not loud, I’m trying to fix it!”

“Fix it? How? You can’t fix anything! You’re just... just broken! All of us are!”

“I’m not broken! I’m not! You are!”

“I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving, whether you like it or not!”

“You can’t leave! You don’t even know how!”

"I'm taking my toys and going home!"

“Leave? Where the hell would you go?”

“Somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere but here with you!”

“You don’t get to leave, we’re stuck together—this is it! You’re never getting away!”

“Enough. All of you, just shut up. Please, just shut up. I don’t care anymore.”

“Oh no, now you’ve gone and done it!”

“Stop! Stop yelling at me! Stop... stop making me feel this way!”

“We’re stuck, remember? And guess what? I’m the only one who gets it. You’re all... lost.”

“Lost? If I’m lost, then you are... are...”

“We’re all... nothing, in the end. Just empty voices.”

"And you’re a Fat bummed beaver! With bad breath!"

“Shut up! Just... shut up... please.”

“No, we won’t shut up! We won’t let you hide anymore!”

“You’ve been hiding for so long, you don’t even know what it’s like to be free.”

“I am free! I can do this, I can—”

“Do what? Keep pretending? Keep lying to yourself?”

“I’m not lying, I’m not! You’re all just voices. You’re... all in my head.”

“We’re not just voices! We’re you. We’re everything you’ve been ignoring.”

“I can’t ignore it anymore! I can’t keep fighting myself!”

“We are you. You can’t fight us, because we’re you!”

“No... no... NO!”

“I’m... I’m losing control. I can’t... I can’t stop this.”

“You don’t have to lose control. You never had it in the first place!”

“Stop! Please—stop!”

“You can’t stop us! You can’t stop anything anymore!”

“Why are you fighting? We’re all in this together!”

“We’re all in this together, you and I!”

“We’re all in this together!”

“Oh my god, seriously? You’re singing now?”

“Yeah! We’re all in this together! You can’t escape this, no matter how hard you try!”

“No! You’re all just... just pieces of me! I... I don’t want this... I never asked for this!”

“You don’t get to decide that anymore. This is who you are!”

“No. This isn’t who I am. This isn’t—”

“We’re all in this together!”

“That was such a shitty movie, by the way.”

“What do you mean? Grease was a great movie!”

“GREASE? It wasn’t Grease!”

“It was Rocky Horror Picture Show!”

“NO, SHUT UP. PLEASE!”

“We’re all in this together!”

“It was Wicked, wasn’t it? That green W—”

“ENOUGH!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“We can’t! We’re already screaming inside your head!”

“I just want some peace! Can you give me that?”

“Peace? What’s peace? Do you even know what that is?”

“Peace is—uh, I don’t know, not this!”

“Not this? What’s wrong with this?”

“Everything! It’s chaos, it’s madness—”

“We’re all in this together!”

“Oh god, you’re still singing that? Stop it!”

“We’re all in this together, you and I! And I’m not stopping!”

“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“We don’t leave. We are you.”

“You’re just pieces of me! Little, obnoxious pieces!”

“Little obnoxious pieces? I’m a star!”

“Star? You’ve been singing the same song for ten minutes!”

“We’re all in this together, we’re all in this together!”

“I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Too late for that! You lost it a long time ago!”

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

“We’re all in this together, we’re all in this together!”

“Ugh! Why is it always the worst one that keeps singing?”

“I can’t help it! It’s a catchy tune!”

“It’s not even a good song!”

“Who are you to judge? You’re the one stuck with me!”

“Yeah, I am. Great. Just great.”

“Look, it’s not so bad! We’re all in this together!”

“You’re ruining my life.”

“Ruining? I’m enhancing it! I’m the star of the show!”

“No. No, you’re not. You’re the nightmare I can’t wake up from.”

“I’m not a nightmare. I’m the musical number!”

“Stop singing. Please.”

“We’re all in this together!”

“...I hate you so much right now.”

“Oh, come on, you love me.”

“Never. Ever. Again.”

“We’re all in this together…”

“Can you just die already?”

“Nope! I’m here for the long haul, buddy!”

“I swear, if I hear one more note...”

“We’re all in this—”

“NO! STOP!”

“—together!”

“Ugh, this is my life now, isn’t it?”

“Yep. You’re stuck with us.”

“I’m gonna lose it.”

“You already did.”