High School Possession Page #4

[laughter]

All right, that's enough.

Let's get back to work here.

[gasps]

Where are you going, Miss Brady?

Chloe, Chloe.

What is wrong with you?

What? I'm good.

Look, what happened this

weekend, it was just a mistake.

A mistake is picking C

instead of A on a test, Lauren.

Sleeping with somebody

you just met is a choice.

Kind of like beating the

piss out of a teammate.

You don't have to let your

life get out of control.

Oh, God! Well, I'm so sorry

that I'm not perfect like you!

- I'm not perfect.

- Oh, please!

You and your mom were

plucked from an '80s sitcom.

All you need is a laugh track.

Chloe, is there someone

that you can talk to?

- A psychiatrist or a counselor?

- Don't!

- Let me help you.

- You can't.

Why not?

Because...

She doesn't care about you.

Because maybe I'm not me anymore.

What are you talking about?

- You're pathetic.

- No, I'm not!

Chloe!

Make them stop!

Make what stop?

Absolutely pathetic.

Pathetic. Pathetic. [giggling]

The voices.

What's going on in here?

Get off of me!

I don't know what's going

on with you, young lady,

- but your behavior...

- Look what you've done.

You're in trouble now.

No one is gonna help you anymore.

Please! Just...

- Let's go.

- No!

Chloe!

What is this?

Why would somebody do this?

Do you know what this is about?

Chloe, baby, don't look at it.

Chloe...

It's all right.

Honey, I can't help you

if you don't talk to me.

Will you just stop?

I need you to help me

understand what's going on.

I just... I just want to help you.

Please.

Maybe the voices are right.

Maybe I can't be able to...

Voices?

What are you talking about?

Chloe!

Chloe!

I've never seen test results like this.

Scores are off the charts.

Intelligence, emotional development...

Dr. Phillips, there's something

wrong with my daughter.

Well, unfortunately she's off the charts

in the more negative areas as well.

Isolation, regression,

emotional detachment.

It's possible that we

could be talking about

some form of paranoid schizophrenia.

What you mean, possible?

Well, it's not easy to diagnose.

The symptoms often mimic

various other illnesses

that are mental and physical.

Bipolar depression. It's just

gonna take some time for me

to have a definite answer.

[sighs] Great.

You should know that the

symptoms often are very similar

to the effects of certain... substances.

- My daughter's not using drugs.

- That you know of.

No. No!

They know you're a waste of space.

Don't you dare tell me

I don't know my daughter!

You're the third professional

I've taken my daughter to.

There's nothing you can do about it.

You're a wicked person.

I'm gonna take these test

results to my colleagues,

and I'm confident, with some consultation,

we'll come up with a

treatment plan for Chloe.

I want her to start taking this.

Thorazine?

It may help alleviate some of the symptoms,

give you some peace of mind.

I know what these pills do to people.

There might be another option.

You might want to

consider a civil commitment

to a care facility.

No. I will not have my

little girl committed.

Okay. What did you get for number 16?

Hold on. There's no 16.

- Hmm...

- Stop!

- Just making sure you're awake.

- I'm awake, okay?

There's just something

about studying in a bed.

I mean, I guess I shouldn't be complaining.

I'm in bed with a hot, intelligent girl.

- Woman.

- Woman.

And technically you are

on the bed, not in it.

And I'm worried about calculus.

I think I may need to have

to turn in my man card.

Okay, hold on, I've

always wondered about this.

Where do you turn in your man card?

Is there like a man card store?

No to mention, returning it

after 17 years seems problematic.

Well, you're the investigative reporter,

so you figure it out.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Well, uh, depends on whether or not

it'll lead to something

totally humiliating.

You've seen Chloe lately, right?

Yes, the troubled young lady.

Yeah, I just can't help but feel like

there's something more I

should be doing to help her.

Well, you just keep being her friend.

I've tried that, but

it's clearly not enough.

You know, some people just

need to work their junk out.

It's like sweating out a fever.

I just feel totally helpless.

My older brother Randall was, uh...

a serious eff-up a few years back.

I mean, we tried everything.

My parents were just ready to give up.

Then...

Then one day he grew up.

You know, got it together.

It was... it was like a switch flipped.

Look, you have to live your life, not hers.

Why are you so nice to me?

Look, you and I have been

friends for a long time,

and we've know each other for even longer.

No, I-I-I'm

sorry.

I didn't mean to make

you feel uncomfortable.

Lauren, I've...

I've been in love with

you since freshman year.

Since we were the same height,

and I still had braces on.

Yeah, I know I should have

said something a long time ago.

I don't know, maybe I shouldn't

have said something now, but...

[voices muttering]

[voices cackling]

Whew!

That was pretty Ryan Gosling of me, huh?

Okay, don't flatter yourself.

You are no Ryan Gosling.

Ah, ah...

Ryan Gosling is no Mase Adkins.

- Oh, really? Is that the case?

- Mm-hmm.

Chloe, Chloe...

You want him. You want him.

- Chloe, what happened?

- You're gonna leave me for him.

- You're leaving me for him!

- No, I'm not!

You're leaving me! You're

leaving me, you liar!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Chloe!

Chloe. Chloe, it's okay.

No. No, please, don't hurt me!

- No one's gonna hurt you. Are we Mase?

- No, no, of course not.

You see?

- Yes, you are.

- No, Chloe.

You are. They said you would.

Who said that?

Chloe.

Chloe?

What's going on?

I just want to be normal again.

I don't know what's happening to me.

Listen, listen, we're gonna

get you healthy again, okay?

- Just get them out of my head.

- It's okay.

It's okay. Shh...

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

It's okay, Chloe.

[crying]

She's finally asleep.

I'm doing everything I can.

Specialists, every expert online

who knows anything

about how the mind works.

I'm terrified I'm gonna wake up and...

find I've lost her forever.

As if like the next time I talk to her,

she'll be so far gone in this

abyss that she won't come back.

Sometimes I see life and

recognition in her eyes.

I get a glimpse of my little girl.

I can't lose her. I won't.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Mitchell.

It seemed to to start after David left.

I can't help thinking that

she blames herself or me.

It can't be easy going through this.

It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault.

What's going on with

Chloe, I can't explain it,

but it's like I'm looking into her eyes,

and there's someone else looking back,

someone I don't recognize.

I can't help thinking there's

something else I can do,

something that I haven't done.

I would do anything to help her. Anything.

I'm sure we'll think of something.

Make them stop!

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