12 Feet Deep Page #3

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'It's so typical of you.'

you get in a hard spot

and you start digging

at everyone around you

until you strike a nerve.

I've had enough.

What is it?

A headache.

You can't lie to me.

'Your eyes are bugging out.

You can barely stand.'

my blood sugar's low.

- 'I'm diabetic.'

- What?

'I need my shot.'

it's in my purse.

You're making this up, right?

Why would I?

I don't know. Sympathy?

That's a page out of your book.

Not everybody thinks

the way you do.

Oh, come on. Don't f*** with me.

That's not funny.

I'm not.

I was diagnosed three years ago.

Jesus.

Why, why didn't you t-tell me?

Would it have mattered?

I'm not a doctor, Bree.

What does this mean?

It means I need my shot soon.

Or?

- I could fall into a coma.

- Oh, Jesus.

Okay.

We're gonna get you

your shot, okay?

'Let me see.'

does it ever hurt?

I don't feel anything, actually.

It's like I'm dead there.

We never talked about it.

What's to talk about?

Are you serious?

I didn't see it like you did.

'I only remember it

after it was over.'

- don't.

- That smell.

It's like it never went away,

you know,

I still smell it sometimes.

Just stop.

I wish I never looked in there.

God, his skin, it was all black

and flaking off like paper.

Why are you still talking

about this?

I had a counselor

in rehab, Margaret.

She said I should talk

about this stuff.

She your mother now?

She's kind of a douche,

actually, with terrible teeth

but she's right.

Tell me what happened.

You know what happened.

I know what mom told me

and I pieced together

the bits and pieces

you've told me over the years

but I don't know

the whole story.

Dad was a monster.

Plain and simple.

He came in that night drunk.

You could smell it off him.

'Every time he breathed'

it filled the room with that

rotten stench of whisky.

He lit a cigarette

and just passed out.

He must have fallen

against the pillow because..

'...because you could see

the fire started about there..'

right by his head.

'It started fanning out

like a circle.'

'just burning.'

he didn't scream or anything.

He was so damn drunk

he didn't even notice

he was burning to death.

I pulled at him.

Tried to wake him up.

Here we are.

It must have hurt so bad.

Not until after.

When it was happening, it was..

It was just like ice

sliding over my skin..

Numbing me.

It was like a release.

Oh, my god.

I told you someone would come.

Come on, hurry!

Help! Help, we're in here!

Come on!

- 'Help!'

- 'Help, help us!'

what the hell are you two

doing in there?

We got trapped.

Can you let us out?

Yeah. Hang on a minute.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god!

Thank god you're here!

Oh, my god! We've been

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