Imaginary Friend Page #4

Wow.

No, no, no...

Don't be an idiot. She's home.

So?

I'm not doing this at her house.

- Let's go to your place.

- No.

You really love this role of

yours, don't you?

Yeah, I'm a sadists at heart.

That's why I love you.

I don't want to see her hurt.

Keep in mind, you're not the cause,

you're just the means.

This woman needs to be in a hospital

where she can be treated.

It's horrible to talk about her like that.

No, you have no idea what

I've been through.

I'm talking years of her kookiness.

God, you can be mean.

I don't want to embarrass her,

I'm here for her to see me...

not to destroy her.

Just remember...

When she's gone, you and I will have

nothing to worry about.

We won't have to hide, we can access

her trust, anytime we want too...

Her, and I will be married only in name.

What compassionate feelings.

I should've just killed her.

You don't have the balls for that.

And if you did, you would get nothing.

Her attorney would make sure of that.

Yeah, I can take care of him.

I agreed to help you freak

her out. But that's it.

When I was little, my Mom

taught me to fish.

Because I love the water so much.

I just love how it... held you.

You're whole body...

...surrounded...

...suspended...

...and when your head is under...

It's just so quiet.

Nothing to bother you...

...so alone.

...so safe.

You don't want to be admitted, do you?

He can't force you.

You don't know him.

He has the doctors convinced,

and it's up to them.

OK.

Well, I guess if you go, I'll be there too.

No... no... you can't.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

I have to get rid of you.

How dare you come in here

and accuse me.

How else do you expect me

to react, Jonathan?

There has been a number

of withdraws...

and you are the only other

person with access.

That is none of your business.

The only reason you ever had access

was because of Emma's illness...

You had better be careful of what you

say, and to whom you say it.

You should have read that power of

attorney before you signed it.

You will excuse me now, thank you.

I'm sure your wife will do well here.

We have a very good facility.

I hope to get the right combination

of meds, get the visions under control...

Beyond that, there is no guarantee.

You know that better than anyone.

You need any help with anything?

No... no... she's been calm, lately.

There is one more option.

You know, Brad, that an out patience

model is still a possibility to start.

She's... she's acting out at home.

I just... I can't be there for her as

much as she needs.

I feel guilty I didn't admit her sooner.

I'm not expecting miracles, just do

what you have too.

Whatever it takes.

"Hi, leave a message, and I'll get

back to you. Thanks."

Hey, it's me, um...

...trying to a hold of you.

She's all set...

...she goes in the morning. Just alerted

the hospital. Call me back, OK? Bye.

"Hi, leave a message, and I'll get

back to you. Thanks."

Hey, ah... where are you? I'm um...

heading home right now...

but I'll be over later to

celebrate, OK? Bye.

Wow.

Looks amazing.

As do you.

To freedom.

OK, um...

Freedom from what?

She's gone.

I know you said to take the

medication, and...

I have, everyday.

But, I have been able to deal

with this in a better way.

I've got rid of her.

I did what you said.

And, um... What did I say?

Well, you told me to deal with my

problems, to fix my troubles.

So, I did.

You know, my visions, my

imaginary friend.

I don't need any more help.

I did this, all on my own.

The new me.

So...

...well, um...

...she's gone for awhile, or...

No, no.

Gone forever, silly.

So, she's not here, now?

She's... she's not in this house?

Oh, God, no. She couldn't be.

Why is that?

Because, I killed her.

Are you OK?

It's not everyday that your wife tells

you that she killed somebody.

Well, I didn't kill "somebody",

I killed a vision.

And you know what? Let me tell you,

It was unbelievably liberating.

Um... really, just a weight

off my shoulders.

Monkey off my back, kind of thing.

So, you... you killed her in your head?

That is what your saying?

I told her she had to go,

and she wouldn't.

So we argued in the pool,

and then she stupidly...

stupidly followed me inside, so...

...I got to thinking, how do... how do you

kill a person who's not actually there?

Well, that's... that's why we're

getting medical help...

...that's what we've been trying to

accomplish this whole time.

Brad, I know you don't think that me

being admitted into a hospital...

is going to actually cure me.

I mean, I know that's what you want...

I know that's why you

were in such a rush...

to get everything done with Jonathan.

But, now I had to get her out of

my imagination...

by more than just closing

my eyes. I mean...

That's just silly.

I had to force her out. Stop

her from reappearing.

I had to believe she's really gone.

Do you want some more wine?

Killing her seemed so real though.

That's good, right?

I mean, I had to visually see her die in

order to get rid of her forever.

And I did! I did! I saw it happen.

I saw her die, simple as that.

But it was so weird...

I mean, everything about her,

just seemed so real.

I mean the way she smelled.

How she felt to my touch.

The way she bled.

Yeah, she really bled.

You know... but I had dreams

like that as a kid.

I did, when my Dad killed my

Mom, and then himself.

Those same dreams came over me...

So livid. I mean, I could see his body

laying there, covered in blood.

It was as if, I did it.

Like I was the one who killed him.

It was me, you know,

getting back at him...

for everything he did.

It's strange.

Brad, I can see it now, so clearly.

I mean... It just... all makes sense.

Perfect.

Emma, um...

...I need you to tell me exactly

what you did.

Well, I got her into the shower

with me, and I did it there.

Come on.

Come snuggle.

You know, I'm really glad that you and

your friend worked things out.

It's just us, now.

Why did you go upstairs?

I... I was just checking out

the crime scene.

It wasn't upstairs, silly. I finished

her off in the cellar.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

What the hell have you done?

I just told you. Come on.

Join me.

You really killed her?

Figuratively speaking, Brad.

No, no, I saw... I saw the blood.

- What? You could see blood?

- Yes, I could see blood.

Oh... I wouldn't think you would

be able to see it.

I mean she was my imaginary friend, or

vision, or whatever, you want to call it.

If you really killed her, where is she?

What did you do with the body?

I buried her...

What?

- I did it for us, Brad.

- Where?

Where did you bury her?

You're starting to scare me. You acting

like I actually killed someone.

Just you get up, and show me

where you buried her.

Now?

I thought you would be proud of me.

What have you done?

I'm going inside, it's cold.

Argh!

Eew!

"Hi, leave a message, and I'll get

back to you. Thanks."

Brittany, please, call me back as

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