My Guardian Angel Page #3

Right, so... Hannah,

such an intelligent girl.

Bless her. Anything I could do

to help her condition

and enable her to speak...

Well that's really all I want.

We're trying speech

and music therapy.

I hear it's starting to work

for some children.

There needs to be more things

like that in place.

Simply aren't enough options

for children like Hannah.

Tell me, Miss Palmer,

how's Hannah getting along

with the other children?

Absolutely fine. No one's

causing her any problems.

Oh, that's lovely to hear.

The other school did nothing

about the bullying.

- So glad that we've moved.

- [Father] Mm.

How's she getting along

with Elena?

It's still early days,

but, uh...

they're definitely communicating

in other ways though.

Hannah draws a lot.

Some rather interesting images,

actually.

Really? Like what?

Like, um...

This one.

Have you seen this sort

of drawing before?

- [inhales deeply]

- Um...

- Is everything all right?

- Darling.

I think we should tell you.

Um...

It might explain why Hannah

is drawing these images.

The thing is,

Hannah had a sister.

Her name was Angel and she, uh,

passed away very recently.

Oh, I'm so, so sorry.

That explains everything.

I feel terrible for showing

you this drawing.

[Father] It's fine, you...

You had no idea.

They were so close. They always

had some sort of connection.

But Angel wasn't autistic.

Look, it's our fault

for not telling you.

Well, we're still coming

to terms with it ourselves.

Mm.

You see, we made these changes

for Hannah.

New life, new place.

More importantly,

away from those bullies.

It was the main reason

that we moved.

- May I ask how she...

- How did she what?

- No, no. Sorry. I didn't mean...

- How she died?

Is that what you mean?

- Look...

- Come on, darling.

- Let's get going.

- Listen...

We could do this another time.

[stammers]

Whenever is convenient.

I can come over to your house.

It's not normal procedure,

but I'm happy to do it.

[car engine starts]

[car engine starts]

Did you see her face?

So sad. [chuckles]

She battened right up.

Told you. Once you bring

a death into the equation,

especially a child,

no one fucks with you.

But we still have

that Elena to deal with.

I'll plant a seed when

Miss Palmer comes round.

If my instincts are right,

she'll be trouble.

She thinks she's a match for me?

[scoffs] Please.

No one's a match for you,

my dear.

It will do

Miss Fancy Pants Palmer good

to see what good parents we are

in our own home.

And then, when she's on board,

we'll take down Miss Do-gooder.

How dare they think they can

parent someone else's child?

You all right, love?

Yeah, sorry.

Just looking for my keys.

[whispers to self]

Oh, God, what's wrong with you?

What are you doing, Elena?

- [rips tape off]

- [groans]

[Mother] Well,

it's your own fault.

But never mind, Dad'll put

a stop to your tooth decay.

And stop you from being friends

and taking Elena's sweets

in future.

[Hannah breathing heavily]

[whimpers]

[screaming]

[disgusted groan]

[doorbell rings]

[softly] Showtime.

- Hello.

- Miss Palmer.

Lovely to see you.

Please come in.

Thank you.

- Please, go through.

- [muffled moans]

- Please, take a seat.

- Thank you.

I've made some coffee,

but would you prefer tea?

Oh, no.

Coffee would be lovely.

- Thank you.

- Help yourself.

- There we go.

- Lovely.

You didn't have to go

to so much trouble.

Oh no, it's no trouble at all.

This cake is

my Hannah's favourite.

We bake it together sometimes.

[Miss Palmer] Oh.

So where's Hannah?

[Mother] Oh, she's out shopping

with her father.

Look, Miss Palmer,

about the other night,

I'm really sorry I overreacted.

But you understand, right?

Of course, of course.

[clears throat]

Sorry, I didn't realise

that they were twins.

Yes, they were.

So, how is my little

Hannah doing,

and what can we do

to help her to grow?

Oh, well, Hannah's doing

very well.

Elena started working

on her handwriting.

Wonderful. I do try

to help her with that too.

And, well, I read to her a lot.

Oh, that's excellent.

So how involved is Elena

with Hannah's lessons?

Well, I lead the class,

but Elena sits by her side,

and reports to me every day.

She's highly trained.

Would you like to see

her credentials?

I trust you completely.

- You're the experts.

- Thank you.

But if you have any concerns,

please let me know.

Well, actually,

there is something

that I wanted to flag up.

Well, Elena gave her sweets.

And I'm not too sure it helps

a child like Hannah.

You know what I mean?

It's not the sugar we mind.

But, apart from

the dental problems,

I thought it was preferable

to build up trust

without bribes like sweets.

Yes, I see what you mean.

I'll have a word.

Oh, thank you.

It's put my mind at rest.

Feel free to ring me any time.

I will.

It's been a pleasure.

Thank you so much for the cake.

No problem.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

[exhales]

Well, I suppose

you were quiet enough.

But, young lady,

if your teachers ever

have to come round again,

I'll cut your tongue,

you disgusting little girl.

No dinner tonight.

I'm too upset to cook.

- Go to sleep. Think of me.

- [gasps]

[wind rushing]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct whispering]

Please... [gasps]

Why did you leave me?

I want to be with you.

[gasps]

I don't want to be here anymore.

Hey, over here.

- Angel!

- [giggles]

You can't go yet.

They need to pay for

what they have done to us.

[stammers] I can't.

I can't kill.

But I can.

So let me in.

There's only so much

I can do from this side.

You need to trust me.

Let me enter your body

and I will finish this.

[stammers] But...

I'm scared of how it will feel.

I can't promise you

it won't hurt.

But you must let me try,

before it's too late.

I was scared.

But I never

should have left you.

They should be the ones to die.

Not you. I love you.

- [Hannah] I can't.

- Let me in.

[sobbing]

Then you'll have to

do it the hard way.

Try to do what I did again.

[Mother] Hannah!

I haven't got much time.

Look in the cupboard

in Mum and Dad's room.

- What?

- The dolls.

[Mother] Hannah?

There's a key under your pillow.

The magical shop

near your school,

there's a lady there,

she can help you.

- [Mother] Hannah, wake up.

- Now go!

[Mother] What's gotten into you,

you sleepy girl?

You have five minutes.

[indistinct whispering]

[whispering continues]

Hannah!

[sighs]

What are you doing in my room?

How do you

even know about this?!

How do you know?!

Don't you ever come into our

room again and touch our things!

- [slap lands heavily]

- [Hannah cries out]

You do not miss Angel.

She doesn't exist

in this family anymore.

She chose to kill herself.

It's just you.

Same ugly face though.

So it really doesn't make

a difference to us anyway.

How many times do I

have to tell you this?

[scoffs] Now get to school.

I'm late for work.

[Mother] Get out.

Hurry up. You're late.

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