Inner Demons Page #4

How about...

how about we pray for a minute,

we pray together?

Okay.

Let's... let's just put our

hands together, okay?

All right.

Our father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on...

Stay here.

Carson, Carson!

Steve! My God!

Okay.

For the record,

today is October 12.

This is Carson's third day here.

Step Inside Recovery

is not helping her.

She's not getting any better.

I found these in Carson's trash.

Everything is about

death and violence.

Here's another one.

F***!

I'm so sorry!

What are you shooting?

Nothing. I'm... nothing.

I'm not shooting anything.

Aww!

My God.

Look at this. Get that.

Look,

something's going on with her.

She just puked right

in her mother's face.

Yeah, well, that's what

happens in recovery, Jason.

Everybody pukes in recovery.

How many times

have we seen this?

Tons of times, hundreds.

Now take my stockings

off your head,

and let's go see

what she's doing.

So, we are... all of us,

when we get out of here,

you're gonna deal with slippery

people, slippery places.

You're gonna need some tools

to be able to deal with that.

So, what we're gonna do here

is a little bit of a role-play

where Eric is going to be

one of those people for Carson.

Eric?

You want to get high with us?

No.

Why not?

I don't use drugs, and...

I'd appreciate if you wouldn't

offer me drugs again.

And if you do, I won't be

able to hang out with you.

Fair enough.

Let me talk to the demon.

What?

Well, you said

you were possessed.

Let me talk to

the demon a second.

I bet he wants to get high.

Here, demon, demon,

demon, demon!

All right, Eric.

That is unproductive.

Step out, please.

Carson, you did

really well at first.

You got a little bit

flustered, but that's okay.

You made good eye contact.

You said all the right things.

I mean, this is what

we've got to do.

Look, I was just trying

to do the exercise.

It's okay.

Look, Carson, the purpose

of this kind of exercise

is to trigger feelings.

What?

Tina misses you in hell.

- What?

- And she's waiting.

- She's waiting for you.

- Carson, stop it.

You fixed her last shot.

Man, how do you know about Tina?

No!

How does she know about her?

Eric, Eric, listen.

I don't know.

You let her die.

Hey, leave him alone.

Felice, you filthy c*nt.

You left your daughter

with a drug dealer,

and he f***ed her ass.

- What?!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Carson?

Carson... stand back.

Give me some room here.

Shanti, get me 50 milligrams

of Phenobarbital.

Get back, get back, get back!

Carson, can you hear me?

What did I say?

You insulted them.

They said you got in

the patient records and...

I didn't get into

patient records.

I know.

I can't... I can't

control it anymore.

If something bad happens, I'm...

I'm sorry.

I'm concerned.

Carson's become a far more

disruptive presence

than I expected...

a high-maintenance patient,

brings the others

into her drama.

And having a camera crew

around here is not helping.

I know. I understand.

And if it's too much,

then we'll pull back.

I don't want to be disruptive.

Is it okay if I ask a question?

Why not let a priest

do an exorcism?

No, no, no, I-I mean,

if it doesn't work,

then she won't have that excuse

to argue with anymore.

Well, if... if we feed

the delusion, then,

what have we really

done for Carson?

We've just taken the reason

that she's here

in the first place

and swept it under the rug.

We've just

kicked it down the road.

Yeah, but if it works,

then, you know,

maybe you really cured it.

She has all the signs.

And just what are the signs,

doctor?

Really?

Okay, well, drastic changes

in personality and voice,

seizures or convulsions,

loss of memory, inexplicable

bites, bruises, or injuries,

unnatural

or superhuman strength.

These are also the symptoms

of mental illness.

Well, speaking languages

she doesn't know?

Your concern is admirable, okay?

But if you really care,

you'll let us help

and not make things worse.

She doesn't need a witch doctor.

What she needs is detox.

She has detoxed,

and she's getting worse.

People usually get better.

Hi. Excuse me.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

Can I interview you,

regarding Carson?

Yes, absolutely.

Great.

Did you put that

under Carson's bed?

Hey, come on.

I saw you on the hidden cameras,

and I saw you making a cross

on yourself when she was sick.

Do you think this is more

than just a drug addiction?

I've seen this before, okay?

- Here?

- No.

In my village in Cameroon,

when I was a young girl.

It was a lady in my church.

She was just like this.

Do you remember what

they did to help her?

Yes.

They tied her to the oldest

tree in the village.

They prayed over her,

and they covered her

with the blood of the goat.

I know it sounds crazy to you,

but we beat her with sticks,

but the demon would not leave.

And this worked?

It did. It worked.

But the woman, she died.

Great.

Hi.

I don't know what to say.

Are you watching this, Jason?

I wish we could have met

before all of this.

I used to play this game with

my friend McKee at the mall.

We'd see how much free stuff

we could get.

Not like shoplifting, just...

free samples from the food court

and perfumes and stuff, and...

just wish we could do

stuff like that...

normal, ordinary stuff.

And over here we have

our resident demonologist,

Jason Herowitz.

F*** off, Tim.

Dude,

did you steal those from her room?

Go away.

Today is October 15.

I got my hands on...

I got my hands

on this holy water.

I'm doing this to prove

that something real

is happening to Carson.

I pretty much

let all my family down.

Um, my progression

through the years

from marijuana, alcohol,

hallucinogenics

to the harder stuff.

Um, my life became unmanageable.

When I'm... when I'm high,

I...

just opens my mind, man.

I can write for hours.

Since I've been in here, I can't

even string together a verse.

Either makes it better,

or it just numbs you.

Like, that's what I used to use

when I had sex to numb me out.

I don't want to feel sh*t.

I don't want to look at you.

Like, I don't even want

to know you're there.

Like, you're gone,

and then I know.

It's the pain that's inside.

It's eating you.

And I hate being here.

I don't like you.

Like, all of you.

I don't know you.

I don't give a f***.

I'll only ask that

you don't get too caught up

with your feelings.

The people here in the room.

This is a time

to work on yourself.

Feel useless.

You might feel like that today.

You might not feel

that way tomorrow.

I'll never come back.

Well, what are you

running away from?

Just have fun

in destroying yourself?

And want to kill

yourself every day?

How fun it is.

F*** you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Back away, back away.

- My God! Geez!

- Back off.

- Give her some room.

- What?!

Everybody, back off.

Jason, get away from her.

She's having a seizure.

Dear God, take her out of the

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