Occurrence at Mills Creek

It was the night, that night

nothing would ever be the same.

I'm proud of you, I love you.

I love you too.

Honey.

I'm right here, Mom.

Mom.

Hey, Victor.

Mom passed away yesterday.

Just thought I'd let you know.

Victor, we had done fine without him.

But that's when there were three of us.

It was only Cassie and me now.

All that we had left was one another.

I should have been there.

It's a little late now, isn't it?

- Your mother didn't always make things easy.

It's not that this is her fault.

I didn't say that.

You didn't need to.

You and your sister-

Her name is Cassandra Miriam Coulter.

You were never the problem.

- You didn't just leave Mom when you left, Victor.

Now, that's not fair.

Life isn't fair, Dad.

It's not fair that Mom got sick.

It's not fair that the only family

I have left behind is getting lowered

into the ground tomorrow.

Well, you've got me.

Will you be there for that?

You missed her slipping under the water.

Will you be there when she's lowered into the ground?

One, just one time,

I'd like you to be honest with me.

- There's nothing to say because there isn't.

I'm not stupid, Victor.

You could have fooled me.

- You don't think that I know what it is that you do.

You really don't think that Cassie is yours, do you?

See, I can play too.

- She didn't even like teddy bears, Victor.

- No. (background noise drowns out speaker)

It's not, stop.

Well.

Oh, man.

Okay.

- We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death,

in order that just as Christ was raised

from the dead by the glory of the Father,

we too might walk in newness of life,

for if we have been united with him in a death little his,

we shall certainly be united with him

in a resurrection like his.

For since we believe that Jesus has died

and rose again, even so, through Jesus,

God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep.

If the spirit of him who raised Jesus

from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ Jesus

from the dead will also give life

to your mortal bodies through his spirit who dwells in you.

That I may know him and the power of his resurrection,

and may share his sufferings, becoming like you in death.

He will swallow up death in victory,

and the Lord God will wipe away tears

from off all the faces.

For as by a man came death,

by a man has come the resurrection of the dead-

Mom!

You weren't ready, were you, child?

You will be.

You certainly will be, give it time.

You'll be like us.

You let her go.

Mom, I didn't-

You let them take away her beauty.

You're the one.

You failed us, Clara.

I didn't.

Be with us.

No.

Cass!

Cass, no.

Clara!

Hey, let's go take a picture.

No.

Yeah, come on.

Why?

The lighting's nice.

Not really.

Yeah, it is, come on.

You don't even have the right angle.

- Well, which angle do you want me to have it?

Do you want me to take that for you?

How beautiful you are, how beautiful you'll stay,

just like Mom.

Clara!

Well, thanks.

You're welcome.

Clara!

Stop it.

Clara, I'm sleepy.

I feel really sleepy.

Oh, crap, I think my phone's in the car.

What are you trying to call?

I don't know, maybe I'll call you.

Hey.

Hi.

So what are you two doing out here?

Just hanging out.

Yeah?

No, what's a pretty girl like

you not having a boyfriend, huh?

She's 15.

So?

- So this is wrong, come on, Cass, let's go.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yeah, come on, we're leaving.

You're not my mom, Clara.

- I don't care, I'm responsible for you, let's go.

- Hey, hey, I thought we'd be cool with this,

but I'm out of here.

- Clara, he was into me, he was clearly into me.

There's a difference between being

into you and wanting to be in you.

I wasn't ready for it to just be me.

We were all that either of us had, Cassie and me.

She needed me, but I couldn't, I didn't.

I let her go, I let her beauty slip away.

I'm the reason that my sister is dead.

Wake up, wake up.

- It's still very much in the present for you,

isn't it, Clara?

We were fighting, but if we hadn't been-

But you were.

You were fighting because you were looking out for her.

Sisters do that.

It doesn't change anything.

- It changes everything, it was an accident.

Maybe.

And the cottage, Cassandra, being alive.

None of it ever even happened.

- Our minds are amazing and sometimes terrifying things.

A safe place from a happier time,

constructed and spoiled by self-induced guilt

from a traumatic event, resulting in the fracturing

of a misplaced illusion of time.

Impressive.

- Mind raving for the ages is the clinical term,

you're welcome.

- Our exterior scars reflect our internal moods.

The one on your wrist can be a positive reminder to you.

How many people are hurting

and deny it?

Hide their pain from themselves,

create an all-too-real fantasy

to try to protect themselves, like you did.

You know how dark of a place that is,

how hard it is to come back from.

Let your scar be your touchstone to reality.

Remember the pain,

recognize that it was real,

look at how far you've come,

and remember how strong you really are.

Boom.

How's your father?

- That's a whole other hour long session to discuss.

You're not done yet?

- You need to have more respect for your father.

I was talking to you.

You may rest now, my love.

- You know, you're not even his favorite bitch.

Dr. Vicki said it's good for me to come in here

and talk to you, but now you're too drugged up

to talk back.

It gives me a chance to vent about my problems

in a safe place, I suppose.

At least it keeps me in the will.

Is it scary in there?

Is it dark?

Are you afraid?

I am.

Sometimes I have to tell myself that I'm not,