Some Kind of Hate Page #4

Did you lie to my parents

about how I died?

- We had no choice.

- You had no choice?

Do you remember the night

I died, Christine?

Say you remember.

Do you remember how I died? Say it!

I remember.

The basement.

The only place I felt safe from you

and your awful friends.

I was cutting myself.

Little cuts to control the pain.

- I will shoot you in the f***ing face.

- You were the worst!

You made my life here hell!

But Iverson let you

get away with everything!

You came down there to taunt me.

To call me evil, and call me a c*nt!

And I couldn't take it anymore.

So I attacked you.

God, but I was so weak then.

What happened next, Christine,

do you remember?

- I cut you.

- That's right!

You held me down and you took my blade,

and you slit me open.

Here! And here!

And then you all came down to watch.

Iverson, Krauss... you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't wanna die!

I asked you to help me,

don't you remember?

I said, "Help me, please!"

A troubled girl who killed herself.

Iverson could make that work.

And then you kicked me.

Just to see if I was dead yet.

That's the last thing I remember,

is your foot pressing into my chest!

- I don't wanna do this, Moira.

- Oh, I think you do.

- No, I don't.

- I think you want it bad.

Come on, Christine.

Let me feel your hate.

I'm so, so sorry.

Come on!

Lincoln.

Oh, f***.

I f***ed everything up.

And I can't change that, but right now...

I love you.

More than I've ever loved anyone,

and if I'm going to die here,

I need you to believe that.

You're not gonna die.

Sh*t.

None of this sh*t's gonna help us.

You f***ing traitors!

My life was hell

because of girls like you.

Moira!

What's it gonna take to stop you?

Everybody dying.

Oh, I dare you.

Let's die together, Lincoln.

I'm not afraid of you.

You should be.

Moira!

Lincoln, no!

Lincoln, no!

Lincoln!

I can't believe you did that.

Please look at me.

Lincoln, look at me.

Lincoln, look at me.

You're gonna be okay.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead.

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

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