Don't Sleep Page #4

Shawn?

Yeah?

You would never leave me?

No.

Never.

Have you seen Timmy

this morning?

Timmy? What do you mean?

Uh, he stayed over last night.

He's gonna help me

with something.

Um, I don't think so.

There's no Timmy out there.

You sure?

Timmy's tough to miss.

Pretty sure he's not here.

That's strange.

I do find it curious

that you've come to see me again

after all these years, Zach.

Please. Have a seat.

So...

What seems to be troubling you?

Um, I-i don't remember...

Much of my treatment

from back when I was a kid.

I just...

It seems like a black hole.

I-I just want to know

what was wrong with me.

Memory recapture

is a delicate practice, Zach.

It's not always

in the patient's best interest.

Please, Dr. Sommers, it's...

It's really important.

I want to know.

All right, then.

Dissociative

personality disorder is a...

Well, it's a clinical way of describing

a whole host of psychotic behavior.

It may appear as

personality disorders,

schizophrenia, hallucinations,

sexual deviance and so on,

but in your case, it was a...

Severe

depersonalization disorder.

What is that?

I don't know what that is.

Can I, uh, interest you

in some tea?

Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

Chamomile all right?

It's fine. Yeah.

Well, typically the, uh...

The patient may feel divorced

from his own body.

As though his own sensations,

emotions, behavior...

Are no longer his.

They belong to another.

Almost, uh...

Almost like you're in a dream,

watching a movie of yourself.

- Detached.

- Right.

Like you're, uh... you're not

part of the real world.

Mm-hmm.

It's most common among people

who've had

a traumatic experience,

but that didn't seem

to be the case with you.

It started out

as a series of nightmares

that gradually

invaded waking hours.

You become more... Aggressive.

More violent.

You became...

Consumed by it.

And then what happened?

You were medicated.

Underwent some...

Hypnotic sessions.

But ultimately,

only a series of...

Electroconvulsive treatments

proved successful

in getting rid of the hysteria.

Aah!

You were there?

The nightmares

eventually subsided,

and, uh, the images of this...

This other self disappeared.

You got your childhood back.

You're mother tells me

you're in law school

and in a healthy relationship.

Clearly, we were successful.

You still speak with my mother?

I like to keep track of how

some of my patients are doing.

For 12 years?

Well, not usually, no.

But then...

Yours is not a usual case.

You can have

a great life now, Zach...

If you choose it.

Trust me.

Trust you?

Trust you?

You know what?

F*** you, Dr. Sommers!

I trusted you once before!

F***! F***!

So how's your dad doing?

- He's good.

- -Yeah?

You guys getting along?

Yeah.

Sure.

Let me ask you something.

When you were...

Watching yourself acting up,

do you also see

whoever else is around?

Yes.

And how does your dad react

when everything gets crazy?

Does... does he...

Does he get mad?

Is he... is he sad?

Scared, I guess.

Angry.

Doesn't really know what to do.

And does that, um...

That make you feel bad?

No.

Not really.

Okay.

Zach?

I'm so scared.

You rot in hell, demon.

I die on my own terms.

Stop. No!

- Oh... sorry.

Mark, would you excuse me?

Thanks.

Hey, hon. Where have you been?

You know, I've been trying

to reach you for a while.

Mom, why didn't you tell me

you still speak to Dr. Sommers?

I'm sorry.

He... he just wanted

to be notified

the moment any of your...

Old problems began to resurface.

Mom,

that's frickin' great, okay?

How many more surprises

are there gonna be

before I find out

what the f*** is wrong with me?

Zach, no one is trying

to fight with you here, okay?

We're trying to help you.

What did Dr. Sommers say?

Who gives a sh*t

what he said? Okay?

I didn't like him

when I was a kid,

and I like him a lot less now.

He was a very big help to us

during a brutal time

in your life, okay?

Just listen to what...

Follow what he says, okay?

Mom, I-i-i got to go.

I got to go.

Stay...

Just stay on the line for...

Zach!

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

No, no, no, no.

Come here. No, no.

I want to know what you're doing

snooping around our house.

- Let go of me!

- No, I'm not gonna let you go.

- Please, you're hurting me!

- No!

What's going on here?

I just, uh...

I just caught this one

sneaking around our house.

I want to know what she's up to.

Let her go, Zach.

She's not up to anything.

She's just waiting for me.

What is the matter with you?

You're so paranoid.

I was just letting her

borrow this hat

- for a party she's going to.

- I just...

I just thought...

It's okay, sweetie.

You don't need to be upset.

That's real nice, Andre.

Wow.

Huh.

Maybe it's best

we don't send these home.

Okay, miss Edmon.

Maybe I should take these.

Don't do that.

Leave it on.

Just the pants.

What's gotten into you today?

Shh. Shh.

Against the window.

Stay still.

What happened before?

I don't...

I don't know. I don't know.

That wasn't like you.

What's happening to you?

I'm not sure.

I've never been

in a relationship before.

Did you know that?

You're my first love, Zach.

And I looked for you

for a long time...

I found you.

You did...

You did find me. I...

It seemed like one minute,

I was alone,

and then the next...

There you were.

I don't know what...

What feels real or...

I don't know what's gonna last

and what might

get taken away from me.

I told you.

- I won't leave you ever.

- Yeah, why, though?

That's just it, isn't it? Why?

- Hmm?

- Just look at you!

How is it possible

that there was no one before me?

I told you!

I didn't want

to love anyone else!

I was too afraid that

something awful would happen

because it always did.

You make me feel safe.

You make me feel like

I'm allowed to love you.

But am I right, Zach?

Is my love safe?

I'm worried.

Then I'm sad for you...

Because you needn't be.

No, it's not gonna happen!

We're not sending Zach

to some mental-health lockup

where you can do

whatever the hell you please.

Daniel, just listen to what...

- No! Forget it!

- Mr. Bradford...

He needs to be

in a controlled environment

where we can

properly treat his diagnosis.

Otherwise,

there's no guarantee of success.

Please.

Please, Daniel.

I am so afraid, honey.

How do you know he's even

diagnosed him correctly?

How the f*** do you know

if you've never seen

anything like this?

Because any other explanation

would be a hell of a lot

harder to swallow.

I can't be part of this.

You can do

whatever you think you need to.

You want to share?

Zach Bradford

came to see me today.

He did?

Mm-hmm.

What'd he want?

What all my patients want...

My help.

But I thought you cured him.

No.

No, I couldn't.

I just tried

to fool myself that I did.

No, I was, uh...

I was lost.

It made me question

everything I believe in.

I copped out.

I just wanted it

to stop, you know?

So I, uh...

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