The Rage: Carrie 2 Page #3

It's nothing. It's, uh...

Doesn't it bother you that some girl

offed herself yesterday?

Why? She wasn't anybody.

What?

I mean, I didn't know her.

You know, I still don't have

a date for Mark's party.

Hint, hint.

Sh*t!

Stop.

Stop!

Rachel, stop this.

Hey! Hey! Get back here!

That rotten dog.

Hey! Your dumb dog got out.

Walter!

Stay!

Stop!

Walter! My God!

Walter!

Stop! Help!

Please stop! Stop!

Stop!

Rachel?

- Please!

- What happened?

Please help me!

Are you gonna be all right?

Sorry.

For what?

For making you come out here

all this way.

Don't worry about it.

What about my windshield?

How bizarre was that?

I'm sorry about your car.

It wasn't your fault.

It was probably a rock or something.

Walter's banged up pretty bad.

He has broken ribs.

He tore an artery in his front leg.

He's lost quite a bit of blood.

His pressure's stabilised.

He's gonna make it.

- Can I see him?

- Come back tomorrow.

Any time after eight.

Don't worry. It's because

you look like a mass murderer.

What's with the music?

Don't they have anything good,

like Garbage?

- You like Garbage?

- Yeah. Shirley Manson, she rocks.

Lisa loved her.

You two were really close, huh?

I'm really sorry.

Sometimes...

I'd see someone from behind

and... I'd know, I'd just

know it was Lisa.

And she'd turn around, and it wasn't.

But sometimes it was.

And now

whenever I see someone who looks

like her and she turns around,

it won't be.

Ever.

It's gettin' pretty late.

- Can I give you a ride home?

- I can walk.

Yeah, right.

I can hitch. Don't worry.

Then you can go hitch.

Or I could just

wait for my limo.

Yeah, you could do that.

Just wait for your limo.

Come on.

I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow.

Sure.

You'll let me know how Walter's doing?

Yeah.

And uh

thank you

for everything.

Well, uh... good night.

Good night.

- Dry weather.

- Acrylic sweater.

I shook her hand.

Thank you for your support.

I'd like your vote.

Stupid.

Lisa!

Don't! Don't jump!

Last night I took a look at your file.

Your mom is at Arkham

for schizophrenia?

How's she doing?

She's gonna be fine.

I had a really traumatic experience

in high school.

I tried to help someone,

and it backfired horribly.

No! Stop!

I spent some time at Arkham

as a patient.

Does that shock you?

I guess. I mean, you seem

pretty normal to me.

Yeah, well... I try.

So,

do you visit your mom often?

Is that scary for you?

What do you mean?

It's perfectly normal to be afraid

of turning out like your parents.

Come on!

I know I'm ten times more likely

to get it than most people.

I didn't mean to patronise you.

So,

is that scary for you?

Rachel,

in a way you've lost your mother

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