Better Watch Out Page #6

Why did you make me do it?

Why did you make me do it?

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Shut up!

I want my mom.

F***! F*** you!

F*** you!

F*** you! F***!

Sh*t!

F***in' hell.

He was starting to

annoy me anyway.

You were never going to

let me go, were you?

Guilty.

I remember, my mom

used to tuck me in.

I'd hold onto her

and never let go.

She felt so safe.

I'd just fall asleep.

Then she stopped.

I don't know why.

And now, I don't

sleep well anymore.

I know exactly why she stopped.

Why?

Why?

Open your eyes.

Ashley, open your eyes.

Just answer the question!

Look at me!

Tell me I'm f***ed up.

Tell me you're disappointed!

Say you're scared or you wanna go home.

Say something!

Ashley.

Ashley.

Please, say something.

Goodnight.

Sh*t, the hole in his cheek.

Oh, f***!

F***!

What the...

Sh*t.

F***in' deers!

It wasn't even funny,

and Chantal and Dave

could not stop talking

about how awful it was.

I was so embarrassed.

Oh, dude,

they're just being c*nts.

They're what?

Nothing.

Are we talking

about some sort...

We're not talking

about sex, are we?

'Cause after this meal,

I feel bloated.

Oh, my god, where's Lucas?

Oh, my god!

Lucas!

Lucas! Lucas!

What's going on?

Shh, I got you.

I got you.

It's an unspeakable tragedy.

Do any of the parents know?

Have they been made aware?

Garrett's parents?

Not as yet, sir.

I was speaking to Garrett's

father just last week.

Is there going

to be a grief councilor?

We'll arrange one for you, sir.

This one's still alive!

Okay, wait. Okay, honey,

just stay here, okay?

Just stay here.

Vitals are holding.

What have we got? Stab

wound to the neck.

She put duct tape on

to stem the bleeding.

Smart girl.

Saved her blood.

Let's go.

Mom, I'm worried about Ashley.

I think we should

go to the hospital.

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