Some Kind of Hate Page #2

- Awesome.

Thanks.

I know you're a cheerleader,

or whatever.

Maybe you won't like this music, but...

That's awesome.

It saved me so many times.

Have you ever had the feeling,

when your whole body's saying...

you wanna punch your head

through the wall?

This...

makes me feel

like I'm driving a tank and...

rolling over piles of skulls

and blasting mortar shells

through everybody that pissed me off.

I mean, you go through

this whole experience

of anger and fighting and hatred.

And when the song's over,

I don't feel like putting my head

through a wall.

For just that one minute.

I know exactly that feeling.

Do...

You need to fight him.

What?

Willie.

If you don't take him down early,

he will eat you alive.

Kaitlin, this is the exact reason

why I'm here.

Do it in front of his friends.

He won't squeal.

Hit him once and he'll crumble.

Show him that skull-crushing tank,

and he'll find somebody else to f*** with.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Don't think, Lincoln.

I should... I should get back

to my room.

- Where you going, man?

- I'm afraid I forgot...

You look like take a shower.

Don't let me stop you.

It's okay.

Clean yourself off

for that hot snatch of yours.

- She does like it dirty, trust me, I know.

- She figure out you're a f*ggot?

You guys are pathetic.

- Get the f*** off me!

- Always the hard way with you.

- I'll f***ing kill you!

- What, a little spanking?

- This is messed up, man, let's forget it.

- Shut up.

She's gonna love this.

You hit me.

No, let's quit.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead!

Lincoln...

I'll kill them all.

We'll kill them all together.

- I gotta go.

- Oh, yeah?

When did you learn

to act like such a man?

It obviously wasn't

from those high school girls.

I bet they didn't even know

what to do with you.

I guess it just comes naturally.

I'm gonna kill that f***ing kid.

So f***ing weak, I can see it.

He doesn't look so weak to me.

Popped you pretty good.

He got it worse, trust me.

Be careful, Willie.

Please... please help me.

Who the f*** is that?

Help me, Willie, please.

You're gonna die.

Wake up, Kaitlin!

- Come on, you're on cleanup duty.

- I'm coming.

Oh, f***.

I don't believe this.

I was just playing ball with him

a few hours before.

The divide between the self

we present to the world

- and our true inner self...

- No, f*** that.

No, Willie wasn't hiding this.

I knew him better than any of you.

He never would've...

Never would've done this sh*t.

It's truly very sad.

But let's not allow sadness and grief

turn to anger and negativity.

Just remember that Willie was a young man

who'd shown in his time here

remarkable spiritual growth.

You all right there, partner?

Yeah, it's just a shock, you know?

He was a good kid?

Not really.

You know, it's a... hour drive...

every time I gotta come

pick up a dead kid.

Each way.

I mean, these fuckups

gotta quit killing themselves.

Or else things will get difficult

for y'all out here.

I understand.

Well, I hope that you do.

'Cause I can only keep the wolves

from the door for so long.

There was blood everywhere.

I mean...

I've seen people cut themselves,

or whatever, but this...

Willie must've been out of his mind.

Maybe he was Borderline Personality.

Maybe he hated himself as much

as he hated everybody else.

Maybe all the filth and nastiness

just came pouring out of him at once

and he slit his own f***ing throat,

I don't know.

Look.

Sh*t.

Oh, f***.

Hey.

- Are you okay?

- Why wouldn't I be?

This isn't a tragedy.

I don't know, it's weird.

I feel responsible.

Like I made this happen.

Willie'd love to hurt you.

You should be high-fiving God,

right now.

You're free.

That's the freakiest thing

I've ever seen.

Why would he do that to himself?

Maybe...

someone carved that

into his skin, and then...

murdered him.

I don't know.

Who would do that?

They'll never f*** with us again.

Hey.

Iverson wants to see you.

- Why?

- What's it matter why? Come on.

Look at me. Hey, look at me. You high?

Did you get in a fight?

- What?

- Your cheek.

Basketball.

You and Willie didn't get along.

We weren't friends.

Come on, Lincoln.

You're not in trouble. Talk to me.

No, we didn't... we didn't get along.

It's a mystery to me.

Why some kids decide

to pick on other kids.

I'm sure Willie could answer that

for you better than I can.

How does that make you feel?

That Willie's dead.

I...

- I feel bad for his family.

- But relieved.

I didn't say that.

You can be honest.

There's a part of you.

Maybe just a really small part.

- A part that's happy that Willie's dead.

- Shut the f*** up!

What is it?

I feel like...

something's out there.

It's called guilt.

Why would I feel guilty?

'Cause you killed Willie.

- With your mind.

- I didn't kill him.

Jeez...

you are stressed.

- You know the other night?

- Yeah?

I felt these.

Those are from my bad girl phase.

Right above my cheerleader skirt.

You're a cutter?

I was.

I was really hurting at the time, and...

cutting made the pain feel

like it's... under my control.

It's my version of death metal.

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

Answer me!

I could wipe you out.

With my mind.

So don't f*** with me.

F***!

Do you know whose blood this is?

Do you miss him?

I'll kill you! You hear me,

I'll f***ing kill you!

Get the f*** out!

You just do what they tell you, right?

There's always one of you!

You f***ing coward!

Moira Karp was a student here.

She killed herself at the school.

I also found this. The link is dead,

but the original's still on this hard drive.

They made it right here in this room.

- This is the page they took down.

- Who took it down?

Probably Iverson

covered up this sick mess.

"Moira Karp's food diary: Come.

More come. Even more come."

They hated this girl.

This was years ago.

What does this have to do with Willie?

I've seen her.

Here.

You all right, man?

I have to warn them.

Moira?

Wanna try?

Please...

you have to stop this.

But...

This is what you wanted.

Stop!

I'm yours, Lincoln. And you're mine.

Do you got a minute?

Yeah.

You were a student here, right?

Before you started teaching?

- A few years ago, yeah.

- Maybe you can help me with something.

I'm trying to find out about a girl

who used to go here.

Moira Karp.

Where did you hear of her?

Just around.

Did you know her?

- I wish I hadn't.

- Why?

Because she was evil.

She was, Kaitlin.

You would've thought so, too.

She lied all the time, she got

all of us girls in trouble. She just...

she was crazy. Dangerous crazy.

What happened to her?

She killed herself.

- Because of what the other girls did to her?

- Because she was sick.

Christine!

Everyone, find your inner peace.

Find your calm.

Tend to your chores,

tend to your chores.

What did you see?

I don't know.

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