All language subtitles for Within.These.Walls.2015.WEB-DL.x264-ION10

Lillian!

Lillian!

I heard screaming and crying.

Are you all right?

No.

No!

No!

Oh, Lillian.

So much has changed.

Are you sure you want to
move in to this place?

I mean, we could always sell
it, put all of this behind us.

It will never be behind us.

Mom died here.

But she also lived here,
and raised me here.

I just wish I would have had a
chance to say goodbye to her.

I know, sweetie.

But it was better that
you were at school

away from what was
happening with her.

See?

This is the perfect excuse
for me to be closer to you.

Now that I don't have those
pesky classes and homework,

I can actually have time
to work on my writing,

have a place to live.

I suggest that you get started
on that bestseller sooner

rather than later.

Deal.

Why don't we start to
get you moved into, OK?

Lillian?

Oh, god.

Lillian!

Nothing is happening.

You have to believe that, and
all of this will go away.

What's happening to me?

Nothing.

You need to relax, put this
episode out of your mind.

You think I'm doing
this to myself?

I'm not trying to blame you.

I'm just trying to help you
get control of these attacks.

I have no control.

It's too strong.

You have the strength.

You just have to find it.

Get off of me!

Do you really think
that I would hurt you?

How did things
ever get this bad?

There's nothing you
can do to help me.

Dad?

Is everything OK?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

You ready to do this, kiddo?

Yeah, it's bittersweet,
but I feel

like this is the right move.

Oh, I wasn't expecting all this.

Don't you have furniture
at your new place?

Yeah, I do.

But I wanted you to come back
to a home, not an empty house.

So I thought this would make a
nice little office for you.

I really appreciate it.

Well, you know, uh, if you want,

you can refurnish it and
make it all your own.

It's totally up to you.

No, it's perfect.

Thanks again.

Ah, you're welcome, sweetie.

I'm going to go upstairs
and start unpacking.

OK, I'll tell you what.

I'll take of these
boxes down here.

Mom?

You OK?

I'm just sitting here looking
through all your child

childhood photos,
trying to figure

out how you grew up so fast.

You can say it.

I'm officially a
typical, sappy mother.

Mom, really, you don't have

be so hard on yourself.

I just wish you weren't
going away to college.

It seems like just yesterday
that we were finger painting.

Well, we'll always
have those memories.

You taught me people are
preserved in the moments

they share together.

That's right.

Granted, I still wish that
you would have chosen

a college closer to home.

But I couldn't be
happier for you.

You know I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you like crazy.

But just remember, that
you always have a home

here whenever you need it.

So did you get all unpacked?

Yeah, pretty much.

Luckily I didn't have all
that much stuff, so.

Really, because it sure
seemed like you did.

Trust me, dad, for a girl,
I had next to nothing.

All right, if you say so.

I know your name is
on the house deed,

so it's not like you
need permission,

but you know if you
get too worn out,

you're more than welcome
to stay here tonight.

Well, thank you.

But, no, uh, my place
isn't that far.

And to be honest with you, I
don't really think I can sleep

another night in this house.

Tell me about it.

About my sleep
deprivation that I

suffered when I lived here?

No, about mom.

This is your first night here.

You don't need to remember
all of that stuff.

You should focus on the good
memories you had in this place.

Yeah.

So you been writing
anything lately?

Yeah, I'm more in the
research stages right now.

I'm waiting for something
to really spark me.

But I've been really
interested in dreams.

So maybe it'll
center around that.

You know, I wouldn't...
I wouldn't read

too far into that.

Dreams are just dreams anyway.

Don't let your
dreams control you.

I don't think you're looking
at it the right way.

It allows you to pick up on
things from dreams, things

that you wouldn't necessarily
see at first glance.

It gets you to make
connections to your life.

And sometimes, the
subconscious mind is more

honest than your active mind.

So I take it this is
a fictional story?

Yeah, I just like to
draw as much real life

as I can into my writing,
even with something surreal.

There's so many possibilities.

And I feel like dreams
could cater to a really

unique way of telling a story.

Oh, oh.

Hello, sweetheart.

Perfect timing.

You can help me make
cookies if you like.

And maybe we'll even
watch a movie too.

Girls night out.

What do you say?

That sounds wonderful.

Well, come on.

Let me out!

Out!

The mind is a powerful vessel.

It can completely
alter our reality

if you give it the power.

I suddenly feel more free
than I can remember,

not allowing anything
to have a hold on me.

Living the same every day.

Eating shit, taking the blame.

Keeping the same.

What is left of our...

All of the symbolism and
depth that a dream can hold

is simply mesmerizing.

I never thought of that before,
a house being so representative

of a person, their emotions,
memories, fears, struggles,

and even their salvation.

Every room holds a
different part of you,

no one ever stronger than
the other, whether it's

a fond memory tied
to a room, haunting

thoughts, or your passions
being shown to an escape

to another world.

I know I have demons,
maybe even more

so than the average
person, especially

being back here again.

I think what I'm afraid of most
is falling and letting go,

mostly because of what
that would bring in.

Sometimes encountering a
physical demon is easier.

It's less unknown, maybe
even less painful.

On solid ground.

Keep standing on solid ground.

Keep on standing
on solid ground.

My arm, my hands,
what have I done?

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Die!

Don't die.

Don't die.

Um, can you grab
the vanilla syrup?

Thanks.

So the rumors are true.

You came crawling back
to this little town.

Chloe?

You changed your hair.

So how have you been?

Let's just skip the
part where we pretend

like we're friends, shall we?

What do you mean?

I mean, yeah, high
school was a while ago,

and I know we didn't
really in touch...

Look, we were friends with
Natalie, not with each other.

There's no need to
apologize when there

was nothing there to break.

Right.

So what have you been up to?

Working a lot mostly.

I get my kicks where I can.

Got to live a little
here and there.

Around here, sometimes that
requires, let's call it,

creativity.

Cool.

Well, I'm just going to
order if you don't mind.

Yeah.

Can I have a large
vanilla latte?

All right, coming right up.

That'll be $5.00.

Can I... can I get a
large vanilla latte?

Thank you.

So rent-free, void of the
parentals I'm guessing.

No wonder you're back.

It's brilliant.

Yeah, well, thanks.

And it was good seeing you.

Uh, hey, look, I was about
to go on my break anyway.

I'll bring it to you.

And we'll chat some more.

You know, I just really
wanted to clear my mind

and get some writing
done, and so.

Look, I'm bored.

You can spare two
minutes of your time

so I have something
to relay to Natalie.

She'll be thrilled that
you're back in town.

I swear, you two had some
kind of weird bromance-like

connection, or whatever
the girls version of that

is... girl crush, I suppose.

We were friends, just
like you two were.

Well, I don't know about that.

You two lived in your
own little world

most of the time, one that
everyone was outside from.

You practically had
your own language.

I know I had no idea
what the hell are you

guys were laughing and going
on about half the time.

Oh, your drink's almost done.

Go ahead and sit down,
I'll bring it to you.

You know, I can just grab it.

We don't really have anything
to talk about anyway.

I'm sure we'll think
of something.

All right.

So how are you liking
being back home?

Are you loving having
no school or work?

Sounds like the freedom.

Yeah, I mean, it gives me more
time to work on my writing.

And I mean, it's
nice being home,

just it's kind of hard
being back in that house.

Oh, god.

I'm totally being
insensitive to the fact

that you just moved
into your childhood

home turned murder house.

That whole tragedy must have
slipped my mind, I guess.

Insensitive is one word to
describe it, among others.

Look, I didn't mean
anything by it.

I've just never really been
one to filter my thoughts.

FYI, it's not a murder house.

My mom committed suicide.

I'm... I'm really sorry
about what happened.

Yeah, me too.

OK, enough with the heavy.

So what have you been up to?

Are there any new guys
in your life, hm?

Maybe a hometown fling
that could be rekindled?

I want all the juicy details.

Don't leave anything out.

I'm not sure why do you care.

I told you, I'm bored.

You're the best bet
for fresh gossip.

I know everyone else's story
inside and out at this point.

Come on.

To answer your question, no.

There's no guy...

What is it?

Uh, Alaina, are you...
are you OK?

Did you hear that?

I don't...

I can't trust her.

Know what you're talking about.

She said it herself.

She was never your friend.

Alaina, Alaina, snap out of it!

All we need is a home.

It's where you belong.

I'm fine.

Really, it's just, I don't
know, sometimes things

have a way of following you.

Cryptic.

Whatever, you seem like you can
use a moment alone anyway.

There's no reason to alarm
Natalie about this.

Maybe you just don't tell
her I was here at all.

Why you're a bigger mental
case than I remember.

And you're pathetic boredom
is no longer my problem!

So why don't you mind
your own business now?

Gladly, psycho bitch!

So it broke and water
flew everywhere.

Oh, my goodness.

It was so funny.

I forgot how old this house is.

No.

Help me.

No.

Help me!

Mom!

Mom!

It's OK.

I'm here now.

Sh, sh, sh.

You're safe.

You're safe here.

The doctors are
going to help you.

You're going to get better.

But it's not my fault.

No, of course it isn't.

It's yours.

How could you say that?

How could you deny it?

My blood is on your hands.

No!

I didn't mean to.

I wanted to be there for you.

But you weren't there.

I'm sorry.

Please!

Please wake up!

Some dreams I would really
rather not dwell on.

But if I'm going
keep this log, I'm

going to have to document
everything I remember.

There's no such thing as
one being just a dream.

They all mean something,
and allow me to realize

inner thoughts, even if
they're dark thoughts

I don't want to face.

I shouldn't be surprised
my dreams of Mom

are getting darker
and more personal.

She died here.

And I suppose I haven't
fully faced that,

and what that has done to me.

I know I didn't really
have a hand in her death.

But being away when Mom
hit her downward spiral,

so full of fear and
anger, according to Dad,

I can't help but
feel responsible.

He's glad I wasn't here
to witness everything.

I might not have killed her,
but I didn't save her either.

Skeleton bride,
where is your veil?

It was found down
the wishing well.

The towers ring
the funeral bell.

Because we know your
life's a living hell.

Yes, we know your
life's a living hell.

Before and evermore.

Skeleton bride, where
is your heart?

Did you lose it when
you fell apart?

Skeleton bride, all
dressed in white.

You climbed underground
to say goodnight.

Closed the door forevermore.

Alaina?

Mom?

Is that really you?

No.

Help me.

Help.

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Alaina!

Alaina!

Dad.

What happened?

How did you know I was in there?

I've been calling over
and over with no answer.

I heard you pounding on
the side of the shed

and screaming like you
were being murdered.

It reminded me of your mother
when she was at her weakest.

She's not weak anymore.

What... what does that
supposed to mean?

It means it's time for you
to tell me about Mom,

about what really happened!

What What do you want to know?

You already know that she
suffered from mental illness.

It just slowly took a
huge control over,

and she wasn't able to fight it.

Did she ever say anything
about this house?

She felt like she was being
haunted, like some spirit was

trapping her here.

Did this spirit ever attack her?

There was no spirit, Alaina.

Give me a hug.

You to get some rest, OK?

I'll leave you alone.

OK.

Bye, Dad.

I need to reach her.

I don't understand why she is
making her presence so strong,

yet it still feels
like she's hiding.

She's angry.

I'll take whatever side effects
that anger holds if it means

I can get a step closer to her.

After what happened, it
just feels so hollow to not

be able to see her.

Mom?

I understand your
pain and suffering.

Is this your way of
trying to show me?

You must know how sorry I
am for not being here.

I didn't know what
was happening!

I knew you feel something.

Show me.

You're weak, a complete coward.

It's pathetic.

You were crazy all along.

I guess it's a good thing
that you offed yourself.

You're toxic, and you...

You're even more desperate in
death, if that's possible.

You try to play tough,
but you're still too

scared to show yourself to me!

No.

Stop!

No.

I should have known better.

Everything I read warned me
that you can't control a spirit

or command them to appear.

It just seemed like provoking
her was the only way

I was going to get a reaction.

There's no telling what
I'm getting into here.

It's starting to feel
like it's something more

than her blaming
me for her death,

or releasing her agony on me.

It just doesn't seem like
this is my mother anymore.

Maybe it's just a far more
vengeful and lethal version

of her.

I have no idea what she
went through in this house,

whether it was real or not.

Maybe there was
something here with her

that pushed her to the edge.

Things may have only
gotten worse in death.

That could be why she is stuck
here, unable to move on,

trapped here in
darkness, and why she's

trapping me here with her.

Mom, I know this didn't
work out so well last time.

And I'm sorry that
I provoked you.

I didn't mean
anything that I said.

I was so desperate to
reach you somehow.

You were buried
in this necklace.

It shouldn't be here at all!

I think you feel
connected to it.

You don't deserve to be plagued
and imprisoned here, Mom.

You deserve to be free!

No!

Alaina!

No, please go to him.

I need him too much.

What's happening?

They were habits.

I don't want you
to worry about me.

This is all in your head.

This is not real.

You have to listen to
what the doctor says.

He says to take control
of your actions.

Do not let these episodes
take control of you!

You don't understand.

Help me understand.

Help me.

Help me.

No, Lilly, no!

No, no.

No!

Maybe Dad was right.

Some things are almost
better not knowing.

Still, Mom's memory deserves
better than to be wrote off

as some crazy person who
became too much of a danger

to herself and others
until she offed herself.

Something was there, pushing
her until there was no edge

to hang on to any longer.

She thought she was saving us,
that it would end with her.

Whatever this thing was
that got off on her torment

and destruction is still here.

I wanted to believe it was Mom.

But the truth is, I have no
idea what I'm dealing with

or how to fight it.

Maybe it's just inevitable that
the same fate will come to me.

I guess I will soon
understand Mom's struggle

better than I ever imagined.

No, stop.

Don't touch me.

I can't move on.

Mom.

It's OK.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm here now, OK?

No.

Who's there?

No.

Who's going to hurt you?

No, no.

Mom!

What is wrong with me?

Get off of me!

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Hi, my name is Alaina Olsen.

I was raped, and I'm
trapped in this house.

I have to get out, or it's
only a matter of time

before I'm attacked again.

The man who raped you, is
he still in the house?

Try and keep him
there, and we'll

take him in for questioning.

You're never going to
be able to find him.

Can you describe
what he looks like?

No.

Look, I... I know this can be
difficult, but it's vital that

you let us...

I don't know what he looks like.

It's not even a living thing.

Some sort of demonic spirit
has possessed my house.

A ghost?

Is this some sort of joke?

Filing a false report
is a serious offense!

Don't turn this on me!

Aren't you supposed to
help people in need?

Wait, did you say Olsen?

Are you... are you Lillian
Olsen's daughter?

I guess crazy runs
in the family.

Look, tell me this
is a prank, or I'm

going to have you admitted for
a psychiatric evaluation.

Like a firefly travelling
without a light.

I fear what's coming
through the night.

This will never
stop torturing me.

If I could just figure this out,
and get up off of my knees.

Within these walls...

is where I'm going to be.

You might as well kill me now.

There's nothing left for me.

Within these walls is
where I'm going to be.

You might as well kill me now.

There's nothing left for me.

Maybe it would be OK.

But I need you to bring
something for me, groceries.

You know things can't
keep up like this.

When you're able to do essential
things, like going to get food,

you know there's a problem.

Hey, didn't your mom start
to get really secluded...

Enough with the assumptions!

Look, I'm just
trying to help you.

I don't want to be considered
an enabler or anything.

A simple thank you
would be nice, though.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be
so on edge, it's

just things are getting
really overwhelming,

and sometimes it takes over.

I know you're trying
to help, so thank you.

You're welcome.

I don't remember the last
time I was in this house.

It's weird.

It feels like it was
a lifetime ago.

It was.

Everything has changed.

Not everything.

I mean, we're both still here.

Hey, remember those
sleepovers we used to have?

Listen to all those
awesome '90 pop songs,

keep your parents up at
all hours of the night.

Yeah, I think they were
slightly less into that

than we were.

I guess they didn't
share our enthusiasm

for '90s pop culture.

I don't think my nostalgia
for that will ever fade.

It's almost as good
as all those obscure.

B movies we would watch.

Yeah, and all our inside jokes,

and how we'd do all like those
reenactments and stuff.

Oh, right.

Yeah, no wonder we don't have
that many other friends.

People must have
thought we were crazy.

Yeah, I guess they just
couldn't comprehend

our level of awesome.

Don't let it get to you.

It owns me.

If it effecting you so much,
why don't you just move out?

I can't.

Sure you can.

Look, if you need
a place to stay,

you can come stay with me.

I really can't leave.

You don't know what's happening.

So tell me.

You can tell me anything.

And I'll do my best to try
and reserve judgement.

You should go.

What?

You haven't even told me
what's been going on with you!

Go!

I... I don't want you here.

Well, I'm not giving
you the choice.

Look, I am your friend.

Stop trying to push me away.

Oh, god, please...
Please just go.

Fine, I'm go!

But you're coming with me!

What?

I already told you that I can't.

Look, you need to get
out of this house,

go get some fresh air.

And you need to get away
from everything that's

been troubling you so much.

I wouldn't be a good
friend if I just

let you sit and rot in here.

I'm sorry.

Are you OK?

Natalie?

Natalie!

Have you learned nothing

from your mother's death?

I will destroy everything
and everyone in your life.

You are alone.

I'm all you have left now.

Just leave her alone!

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

You need to realize that I want
complete power over this house,

over you, and over all else.

What do you want with me?

My sole purpose is to bring
great pain and suffering

to weak mortals like
you and your mother,

pushing you to the edge.

What are you doing here?

Why this house?

You ask me for logic
when there's only

ancient, animalistic instinct.

But there must've something
that drew you here.

Your mother's mental illness
made her easier to get to.

She was already open to what
most refuse to believe.

In fact, she was so desperate.

She was searching to
let the spirits in.

She'd been feeling this
guilt about her death.

But she'll be responsible
for your death in the end.

She took her own life
to protect this family!

It wasn't hers to take!

It was mine!

This was given to me now.

You're going to end
up just like her.

The harder you fight, the
deeper I will invade you.

Your fear is mine.

Your body is mine.

And soon your life
will be mine too.

Let her go!

Never.

Why would I give up an even
more direct way to torment you?

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Tell me you're OK!

No, my head's killing me.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I can't believe I passed out.

I must have been like super
dehydrated or something.

You don't know what
happened, do you?

Well, I mean, it's... my
vision started getting blurry.

And I just blacked out.

I don't really remember
anything until I woke up.

You should go home.

Get some rest.

Well, that totally defeats
the entire purpose

of me even coming over here.

I'm OK, really.

Catching up did a lot for me.

We'll talk.

Take care of yourself, OK?

OK, come on.

I must be so foolish to
even let some small part

of me hope to find an escape.

It has a complete hold on me.

I know the damage it can do.

And I know it won't
hesitate to prove

that to me at any given moment.

This isn't some
wronged or tortured

spirit that there is any chance
of reaching or help moving on.

It was never human.

It's a demon, a product
of evil itself.

It feeds off dominating
others in the most

consuming, demeaning
way possible.

I can't even see this thing.

How am I supposed to fight it?

No one will believe me either.

Being locked up in
some padded cell

doesn't sound so bad
compared to this prison

it has me trapped in.

Maybe it was just trying to
scare me and keep me here.

But I can't risk
the chance of it

following me if I were to get
locked up at some asylum.

Even death wouldn't
be a possible escape.

I would just be tormented with
no end, even more trapped

and judged than I am now.

I need to find someone
who will believe me,

who is knowledgeable about
hauntings like this.

Hi, I'm Sage Hawthorne.

And I am a paranormal
investigator.

I love experiencing and
finding out all kinds

of paranormal activity.

For the past 25 years,
I have been recruited

by the tops in the field.

If you'd like to
learn more about me,

you can either purchase my
book, Where Are the Ghosts,

or you can please feel
free to search my site.

I feel that kids playing
with Ouija Boards

can get themselves
into deep trouble.

They feel that this
activity is just, perhaps,

um, something that isn't real.

But indeed, it is.

There are spirits and
entities out there.

And I am here to help.

If you feel that you
are being touched,

or handled, or enticed by any
kind of paranormal activity,

you should really call someone
like myself, Sage Hawthorne.

Get in touch with me so I
can come and investigate.

Sage Hawthorne.

So I understand you're having
quite a troubling paranormal

situation here?

Yes.

Please come in.

So fill me in on the haunting
you've been experiencing.

I doubt you would catch
anything on camera.

It would probably just anger it.

Good, if it feels
threatened by me, then

it will reveal itself.

I would provoke
it if I were you.

But you're not me.

And you hire me because
I'm the professional.

And you know that
you're not equipped

to handle this on your own.

Can I get you something?

Get you something to drink?

So what were the first
signs of the haunting?

It started shortly
after I moved in.

I head a creaking on the
stairs, doors randomly closing

and shutting, things
falling and breaking,

just things that I could
feel and hear that didn't

really have any explanation.

What we're dealing
with is a highly

advanced and powerful entity.

How did things escalate?

It first happened
when I was asleep.

I was in denial.

I didn't even know
what was happening!

It happened again in the shower.

It had total domination over me.

You know, it's very rare.

But it has been
documented that spirits

have assaulted humans in both
physical and sexual ways.

The last person I
reached out to,

she never going to believe me!

I should have never
let her come here!

It possessed her, used her
as a toy or a vessel.

I don't know!

Just be careful.

You don't have to
worry about me.

There's no spirit, demonic
or not, that I can't stop.

I can catch it in the
object of the deceased.

I think I have
enough to go off of.

I know you're in this room.

I can feel your presence!

Is that all you got?

That's child's play.

Ooh, you're so scary.

Come on, show yourself already!

You're pathetic.

You're praying on this
poor little girl.

Well, now you've got
me to deal with.

I'm your match.

I'm here now.

What are you afraid of me?

You pathetic piece of shit!

Come on, show me what you got!

Or you going to hide?

Because you know that I can
and I will destroy you!

But you're going to hide
now, because you're afraid!

Hide in you shame!

Enough...

I'm going to... You
piece of shit!

Alaina, are you there?

Alaina?

Alaina?

Alaina?

Things are piling up on me.

But I can't let
myself be buried.

Sage would be alive if I hadn't
brought her here to help.

It was one last, desperate
attempt to reach out.

It cost Sage her life.

The ghost might've taken
over me in that moment,

just like it did with her.

I wanted to save her
so desperately,

mostly because I
couldn't let more blood

be shed in this house, to let
someone else be hurt if there

was any chance I could stop it.

My dream was right.

It can control me.

And get me to do
whatever it wants.

I'm sure I have only
scratched the surface

of what it's capable of.

It's already pulling
me into its world,

spreading pain and suffering.

It makes fighting feel useless.

What's the point if I
have no control anyway?

Get off of me!

It's time for this end.

You broken me down, kept
me alone, and forced

fear to run wild throughout me.

But there's only so much
that you can do to me.

I have death and
loss surrounding me.

You see, I don't
have to fear you

if I have nothing left to lose.

You no longer control me, or
anything that lies in my home!

You've hunted the
women of this house,

and now you will be trapped
and condemned in this.

And once you are, I will
be completely free of you!

Flames of the day and
fires of the night,

burning brightly in my might.

Fire burn hot within my heat.

Thine protection encircle me.

Flames of the day and fires
of the night burning brightly

in their might.

Fire burn hot.

And in thy heat, thine
protection encircle me.

Fire of the day and
flames of the night,

burning brightly in their might.

Fire burn hot and in thy heat.

Thine protection encircle me.

Mom?

I never meant for the spirit
to enter into our home.

It was telling the truth?

Powerful magic has always been
part of you and part of me.

Without it, you would have never
been able to defeat the spirit.

You were there with
me, weren't you?

I barely knew what came over me.

We fought together.

We defeated our
tormentor together.

But your strength and your
words were all your own.

I am so proud of you.

There's so much I need to know,
so much I still don't...

I've already revealed
all that I can.

Keep searching.

The answers will come.

Your intuition is one of
your most powerful gifts.

Never disregard it.

No.

You can't leave me now!

My dearest Alaina,

I'm sure your father did his
best to hide this from you.

But I know it will
find its way to you.

He never really believed in my
affinity for the magical world.

He was always far too
logical for his own good,

and couldn't believe in
other possibilities.

It took a toll on me, which he
viewed as a mental illness.

A malevolent spirit has entered
this house now, which may

prove to be my true downfall.

I don't know if I can defeat it.

And it's threatening those I
can't bear to see you get hurt.

No matter what happens to me,
I want you to have the truth.

And if you choose
this for yourself,

I want you to have all the
knowledge and guidance

you can in my absence.

Your mind was always so strong
and open to possibilities many

cannot see.

Hold on to that.

And embrace it, no matter
what your choice is.

I will always love and cherish
you as I watch you growing

into a truly astonishing woman.

With love, Mom.

Oh the hips were
full and bright.

A deep breathe, close your eyes.

Sweat drips down your spine as
you run and try to hide far

from the scent with
healthy blood emanating

from the girl you love.

As darkness grips your mind,
the real you fades out.

4:00 AM, heavy heart,

so you know it's all your fault.
You should've

had more self-control.

You didn't have to be so cold.

And it hurts to think of her.

Torn apart by your words.

It doesn't have to be like this.

It doesn't take silver bullets
to protect her from yourself.

What you do is hard to believe.

And after you wake up from a
deep sleep, you roll over

and pray it was
just a bad dream.

You shouldn't say things
that you don't mean.

But sometimes it's hard to
keep those teeth from sinking

deeper, deeper, into her heart.

Sometimes you feel like a
werewolf in the dead of night,

unaware of what
you've done until you

find her blood on your hands.

Cursed by a knife

and afraid of what's inside.

Death comes to those who wait
for werewolves to change.

Cursed.

Reunited and afraid
of what's inside.

Death comes to those who wait
for werewolves to change.

You can't run and you
can't hide from the thing

that sleeps deep inside.

Love isn't skin deep,
so don't trust.

We'll see.

You shouldn't say things
that you don't mean.

But sometimes it's hard
to keep those teeth

from sinking deeper, and
deeper into her heart.

Cursed by a knife,
reunited and afraid

of what's inside.

Death comes to those that wait.