Butterfly Effect: The Creative Process Page #7

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You guys are all

that matter now.

Man, I know it's hard,

but you can't give up.

I can't even

f***ing kill myself.

Don't talk like that.

Alright, I've got

to get you out of here.

Visiting hours

are almost over.

Did Mum

get transferred again?

What are you talking about?

She's been here the entire time.

Looking... good, kiddo.

Lung cancer?

You started chain smoking

when I blew myself up.

Sorry, Mrs T, he's been

acting out of sorts lately.

Mum...

you're going to be okay.

I can change it.

Um, maybe... I wanna go

down to the chapel.

You're... acting...

just like your father.

I'm going to get you

out of here. Okay?

No.

You're not going

to hurt anymore.

I'm going to fix it.

No.

No, no.

Are you sure

you even packed it?

My mum packed it.

I think she sent

everything I ever owned.

- Is this it?

- Yeah.

What do you want it for?

I don't get you lately.

Duly noted.

Okay, I have to ask you

one last favour.

- What?

- I need you to be quiet.

I have to concentrate

if I wanna destroy the blockbuster.

- What? What, the blockbuster?

- If I hadn't blown off my arms,

my mum would've never started

smoking in the first place.

Never mind. Just open it.

Turn it.

There.

'Today Mummy

is taking me to play

with Kayleigh and Tommy.

I will meet their father

and see what a real dad is like.'

Now, how do I destroy

the blockbuster?

Evan, what are you

doing with that knife?

Well, that didn't work.

Go on, turn it.

Turn it. There.

'I never wanted

to be in the movie anyway.

It was cold so I wanted

to wear my clothes.

But Mr Miller made me

take my shirt off.'

In this part of the story,

Robin Hood has just

married Maid Marian.

And they have

to kiss and stuff,

like grown-ups do.

Wait, I need my belt.

Hey, don't even

bother about a belt.

- Hey.

- Back off, fuckbag.

Amazing that word never fails

to make an impression with you.

Easy does it, Evan.

Don't be a bad boy

or I'll tell your mother

what a naughty

little sh*t you are.

And I'll tell

Child Protective Services

about your little

kiddie porn endeavours.

One step closer

and I'll shove this up your arse.

Hey, that's dangerous.

You could blow off your hand.

Been there, done that.

Hey!

- Sparkler.

- Kayleigh, no!

No! Kayleigh, no!

Hey, man.

...good, kiddo.

I've got no choice but to commit you

to Sunnyvale Institution...

You're gonna have to live

somewhere else for a while.

- A squashed butterfly.

- I want my mummy!

I'm so sick of this!

I think we should

up your medication.

Where are

my goddamn books?

Hey, Evan, we're not supposed

to meet for another hour.

Where are

my goddamn books?

Books?

My journals.

L... I need them.

So, if you'd give 'em to me,

it'd help a lot.

It really hurts me

to go through this again.

There are no journals.

There never were.

It's part of the fantasy world

that your mind created

to cope with the guilt

of killing Kayleigh Miller.

Think, Evan, think.

You've created a disease

that does not exist...

alternate universes with colleges

and prisons and paraplegia.

I want my journals

and I want 'em now!

And I know that you got 'em

and you're gonna give 'em to me!

You're not going to hide them

from me. I want them!

You're reminding me

of your father.

He was always screaming

for a photo album

even though

he never had one.

I'm so sorry.

A photo album?

- Photos.

- Evan?

The damage is irreparable.

Frankly, I'm surprised he still

has use of his motor functions.

Mum?

Um, did you remember to bring

those home movies

that we used to make?

Yeah, they're right here.

Good, because I really like

to watch them.

So that's good.

I think it's best we

transfer him to Bellevue

first thing in the morning.

'If anyone finds this,

it means that my plan

didn't work

and I'm already dead.'

He's not in his room.

Search the grounds.

'If I can somehow go back

to the beginning

of all of this

I might be able to save her.'

Evan!

Over here!

Evan!

I believe he's in here.

Evan!

What's your name?

Kayleigh.

This is Evan.

Evan! Open up!

Evan!

Say hi, go on.

I hate you. You ever come near me again

I'll kill you and

..your whole damned family.

What happened sweetie? What's wrong?

Goodbye

Cracker!

Evan...

Kayleigh and Tommy!

I missed you!

I'll never let you guys

out of my sight again.

Happiness can only

be achieved through sacrifice,

like the sacrifices our parents have made

for us to be here today...

Whoo-hoo! Great! Tommy!

Are you alright?

Where's Kayleigh?

Who's Kayleigh?

Who's Kayleigh?

Who's Kayleigh?

Do you want me to take you to the doctor?

No.

No. I think everything

is going to be alright this time.

Sure about this?

I know who I am, I don't need

a bunch of stuff to remind me.

I'm running a little late.

Yeah, I had to finish up with a patient.

Get the soup or something.

Alright, love you Mom.

Bye bye.

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