The Falling Page #4

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What do you want with me?

Well...

what's Crazy Face

gone and done now?

But, you know, I'm definitely

in the advanced stages, too.

That specialist

of yours will just

put it down to female hormones.

I mean, it could be

all kinds of things

for all sorts of reasons.

Tastes metallic.

You're nothing

like her, you know.

You've never actually

cried for Abbie,

have you?

Anyway, I've not

come to see you.

Here to see Kenneth.

Kenneth.

We started seeing

each other now.

You know, we've got

a real thing.

I requested to see you, Lydia...

You never liked her, did you?

Excuse me?

Her name's Abbie.

As much as I'd like to take

a close interest

in every pupil's...

You gonna tell me

exactly what's going on?

Are you?

You're afraid of me.

You're merely a girl.

What you writing?

It's nothing. It's about me.

You go around in that thing.

You're so... You're so...

The school secretary

is personally visiting

your mother this morning

to deliver the news.

It is for the best, Lydia.

It is with regret

that I must inform you...

You can't.

You can't get rid of me.

I have rights.

So we thank you, Miss Charron,

for your invaluable contribution

in recent years

and give you good wishes

for the future,

and finally in response

to recent events,

I wish to clarify

that absolutely nothing

has been found in any tests

on the school or on the pupils.

We have a reassuringly clean

bill of health.

Anyone that says otherwise

is willfully wrong.

You'll never get rid of me.

I will not tolerate

such conduct in this school.

You all know

something is wrong.

Get her out.

Are you not gonna

fight for the truth?

What have you been

reduced to...

Prefects, get her out.

Inertia?

You're all asleep.

To be free, you must

be conscious.

Kill the system!

It's killing you!

Up, up up.

It's gonna be the same thing

every day

for the rest of our lives.

Same thing every year

the rest of our lives.

Lydia, you really should leave.

To be free,

you must be conscious.

Why does everyone want

to get rid of me?

Uh! Uh!

Get off of me.

There's something here.

I think they left something,

some poison.

You're wrong.

Block the door.

Stop it.

What have I done to you?

Done?

You haven't done anything.

They should've kept me

in the hospital.

I'm mad. I'm crazy.

You are not crazy, Lydia.

You are not crazy.

You are not mad.

We're normal.

If it's real to me

and made-up,

I would've really been ill.

What? What about us?

We've all had it, Lydia.

I've not.

We've all got it.

Nobody can just faint.

I guess I started it.

Well, it happened

to me very early,

and, I can assure you,

I'm no faker.

I'm not... I'm not a copycat.

All of the tests were negative,

and how come the others

recovered so quickly?

The psychiatrist said

if it was real to me...

I don't think it is.

You know what, Lydia?

You're the fake.

Everything's wrong.

So...

I'm expelled.

Good for you.

Teenagers.

Feels like you're

blacking out, dying.

Even you don't want me.

It's not like that.

You know it's not.

Mm...

Mm...

Mm. Oh...

Mm. Mm.

Ooh... oh...

But it comes...

small death.

Hey, you, come on. Come on.

Get away from her! Go on, you!

Get the hell away!

Get out of my house! Get out!

Stop it! You're...

You get off me!

Get. Go. Get out of my house.

Go on.

Stop looking at her. I mean it.

You disgust me.

You ought to be locked up.

You're dangerous.

I... I...

I forgot he was...

uh, my brother.

You forgot?

Oh, you've not been ill,

but you are sick,

and you're sick in the head.

There's not a man

to be trusted.

I know he went and left you,

but you must have

trusted him once,

and you have two kids with him.

One. Two.

There's me, remember?

One. Two.

I can count. Ha! What?

You're not his.

Huh.

That's why he ran away.

He's not mine?

Just forget it. It's history.

It's my history. Who is he?

Is he... Is he still alive?

Oh, come on.

You've got to tell me.

Well, was there...

Is there something

wrong with him?

There was, wasn't there?

What's wrong with me? Who am I?

He came from the shadows...

What?

And then...

he...

Uh, uh, you mean...

y... you were... you...

you were... I... I'm...

Ha! Oh...

Ohh...

And I look like him, don't I?

Uh, I've grown up

looking like him.

I... I always knew

something was wrong.

Now I know. It was me.

It's always been me.

I should never have said...

I'm glad. I know the truth.

In time, this mantled oak,

let's meet underneath it

the same day every year

for the rest of our lives.

In time, this mantled oak...

Abbie!

Abbie!

Ha! Ha ha!

Aah!

Hmm...

Abbie!

Abbie!

I feel so free! Ha ha!

Ha ha! Lydia...

Oh...

Lydia, sweetie,

please come down.

Ha ha ha! Look at me, Mum.

Look at me. Watch me. Watch me.

Watch me. No, no, sweetie.

Please, just come down.

Abbie!

Lydia, please come down.

Ha ha ha!

We could go to the seaside.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

That'd be nice. We've

never been to the seaside.

Uh... I feel so real.

I feel so awake,

free, so conscious.

Ha! Ha ha!

Lydi...

Abbie!

What the hell is the problem?

My God.

Uh...

There's nothing wrong with you.

"Our birth is but a sleep

and a forgetting:

"The Soul that rises with us,

our life's Star,

"Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar."

Ha ha! Oh...

Oh, thank God.

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