Let Her Out Page #3

Go back home. I can help.

No. No one can help me. My sister is in my head.

Agree? It's all over my body.

I should have died with her.

I should have died with her at the motel and none of this had ever happened.

- I have to stop . - What are you talking about?

It is the only way to end; I'll end from the beginning.

I am sorry.

- Helen?

- I love you.

Helen? !? Helen ?! Dammit!

I came from you, Helen.

You can not stop me.

You're going to die tonight.

Helen!

You know how long I've waited? It's my turn, Helen!

- You I can stop.

- You like her. You are weak!

- I'm not.

- So what are we doing here?

- This is the end!

- For you!

- For both!

- She was a whore!

Detente!

She tried to kill me. But ... I hid within.

I have kept you alive.

All these years you and your f***ing waste of life.

- You are dead. - No, Helen. I'll finally get out of here.

Outside of you!

It's my turn, Helen.

My turn!

Helen ?! Helen ?!

Helen?

Helen?

What have you done?

She's here.

- Who? Who is here? - My sister.

- She is not real! - Molly, run!

- No. - Molly please go. Go away!

- How many pills did you take? - All.

Molly...

- I am so sorry. - It's okay.

No Please.

Please go home.

I will not leave you. No again.

I love you.

Helen, detente!

Helen detente!

I am sorry.

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