The Lodgers Page #4

Come with me, I'll show

you where they died.

My brother and I

were always happiest

playing here as children.

This is the edge of our world.

Any farther and we weren't safe.

What were you doing

here yesterday?

I wanted to see you.

You saw me at the village.

I wanted to see you in private.

You mean you wanted

to see where I live.

When I saw you yesterday,

you looked afraid.

I was afraid that

you'd be afraid of me,

that you'd think

I was like them.

There are greater

things to be afraid of

than you or anybody

from that village.

Will you sit with me?

This is where Edward found them.

I was in my bed.

I woke up and this

was around my neck.

Mother had put it on me

while I was sleeping.

That's how I knew

they were gone.

By the time I got here Edward...

Something was broken in him.

He's never left the house since.

Your parents were suicides?

And theirs as well,

and theirs before them.

Drowned, all of them.

It's something about the water,

maybe they think it will

wash their sins away.

"So lovely is the

loneliness of a wild lake

"with black rock bound

and the tall pines

"that towered around."

Do you know it?

I never had much

time for poetry.

"But when the night

had thrown her paw

"upon that spot eyes upon all,

"and the mystic wind went

by murmuring a melody.

"Then ah, then I would wake

"to the tire of the lone lake.

"Death was in that

poisonous wave

"and in its garth,

a fitting grave."

Wait.

I'll die if you leave me.

Would you help me?

Would you help me

get away from here?

If we went together,

it could be safe.

Leave?

Why would you want that?

If you'd seen the world I have,

you'd know you were safer here.

Safer?

All I have here is death.

And what do you think is

out there in the world?

It's a bad place,

people are bad,

even there in the village.

I know what that's like

to have somebody

look in your eyes

and there's nothing

there but hate.

Maybe that's what

drove your parents to...

You think that's what did it?

Hate?

A few squinting eyes,

wagging tongues?

There are worse things

in this world than hate.

What's worse than hatred?

Love can be worse than hatred.

RACHEL:
Show it to me.

I know you have a false leg.

Show it to me.

Don't, please.

I want to know how it

feels to be somebody else.

EDWARD:
Do you feel that?

Do you feel that?

Sometimes I think

it's still there.

And then I look at it,

it's not me when I look.

Does it come away?

Show me.

I didn't think you'd understand.

It's war, you know?

There's a lot worse off than me.

Don't

touch me there.

I'm not touching you anywhere.

You know how

it feels, don't you?

For something to still

be there when it's gone?

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