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Chapter 6: Understanding Becca…
Saturday: Day 3
Mental Hospital
Becca wheeled along behind a curtain for some unknown reason. She stopped and saw Samara in the waiting room. They nodded to each other.
Becca thought to herself.
My plan is working…they still think I'm mental I just forgot to rehearse how to get out of here…oh well…look mental for now…
Interrogation
Rachel sat opposite the table from Becca, and looked her in the eyes.
"Do you remember anything about the night with Katie?" she asked, looking at Becca.
There was no answer from her.
Act…mental…do…not…confess…"Say something, Becca." Rachel said hopefully.
"Okay…think..." Becca thought.
"Saturdays are yellow." Becca said, smiling into thin air, truly living up to her acted out reputation.
"Okay…" Rachel said. This was going no-where fast.
Must use blonde language…"YEL-LOW!" Becca screamed so loudly that the people in the next room jumped.
"Ssssshhhh!" Rachel gestured with her hands, too.
"God you're thick." Becca said, staring at Rachel like she was a caged zoo monkey.
"Excuse me?" Rachel asked, raising her brows.
"Oops…I was meant to think that…" Becca said, averting her gaze to the floor.
"Okay…" Rachel started. "She told you about a video tape, didn't she?"
"I didn't watch it." Becca said, with a hint of panic in her voice.
You…mustn't…give…away…any…information…quick! Distract yourself! God I think I really am mental…
"I'm going to get my first haircut in three months tomorrow." Becca said, staring at Rachel and smiling.
"Good. You need it. Look at those split ends!" Rachel half giggled, studying Becca's hair.
"And then I'm going to eat some pie." Becca announced, drumming her hands on the table, thinking of what to say next.
It's working…"Yesterday, I learned how to tie my shoelaces, but today…I forgot."
Rachel stared at Becca like she had been doing for the past three minutes.
As Rachel talked, Becca stared into space in a doty way.
"Okay…I get the point." Rachel said in a fed up way. "I'm blonde."
Becca's face suddenly turned serious and very mental looking.
In a serious voice, Rachel asked again.
"Now Becca – I'm going to ask you again…How did she die biatch?"
Becca's serious face deepened.
"She will show you. You will know…" she whispered.
"Who? Who will show me?" Asked Rachel frantically.
"Samara." She whispered. Becca grabbed Rachel's hand and turned it over, studying the palm.
"Four days…" She whispered, looking again into Rachel's eyes.
"Ok…"Rachel muttered, subtly trying to pull her hand back. "Kinda creepy…"
"Yeah that's more like it!" The audience exclaim from their seats.
Later that day, Rachel's office…
"Some people come in here trying to restore things," The woman said to Rachel as they walked down the hall towards the big copier thingmy jiggy.
"Tracks totally shot…" She continued.
"Huh?" Asked Rachel and the audience at the same time.
"…Oh forget it nobody cares anyway." The woman said, walking briskly.
'Cough cough' the whole audience said.
"Well, here she is." The woman said, as they reached the copier thing. 'COPIER THINGMY JIGGERY 2000' was printed on the side in huge letters.
"Don't force her or she'll get pissy with you."
Rachel and the audience raised their eyebrows.
"It's my line." The woman said, rolling her eyes. "I know…makes no sense."
"So what are we watching? Home movies or something?" She continued.
"I'd really rather watch it alone." Rachel said, fussing about with the tapes as if she was doing something important.
"I see…scary is it?" The woman asked, taking a seat against Rachel's word.
"Well…"
"Oh I see…A Walk To Remember. I'd rather watch scary as hell stuff than that crap." The woman said, standing up. She didn't leave though.
"No…it's…" Rachel continued.
"The dominoes pizza thing?" Asked the woman. "I'll get the popcorn."
"Just leave okay?" Said Rachel impatiently, turning back to the machine. The woman had disappeared.
Rachel watched the tape again, making a copy at the same time. All the 100 mph images flashed in her face again, and she sat watching them, munching popcorn. She hit the 'print' button as an image of a woman flashed onto the screen. Sadly she screwed up the first 134 times because it was reeling so fast, but on the 135th try, she managed to get the woman printed out. She fiddled with lots of turny things and pressed a lot of buttons, taking care not to make the machine get "pissy" with her.
"Come on…" Rachel said, for no apparent reason. "Ooooh there's that thing Noah did…looks fun."
Rachel pressed her fingers onto the reel, making the picture fuzzy and stretch at the top to reveal a lighthouse.
"Lighthouse…" Rachel muttered as she studied the flickering tape.
"Well done you idiot…" The machine said in a creepy mechanical voice.
"Ssssshhhhh! I'm on a mission." Rachel hit the print button again.
The machine went off.
"Shit!" Rachel shouted, pressing 100000000 buttons.
"Too late…" The machine sniggered. "I'm already pissy with you."
Rachel noticed the mic sticking out from the side of the machine. She grabbed it and shouted into it.
"Hello? Somebody?"
"Pee off it doesn't work." She machine sniggered again.
Rachel pressed another 100 buttons.
"That's my tickle spot!" The machine said.
For some unknown reason, Rachel hitting the buttons caused the machine to flash images very fast onto the screen, Rachel just so happens to stop it as a fly walks past.
Rachel did some un-necessary re-winding and fast-forwarding of the tape, watching the fly walk across the screen. It does, and when she stops the tape again, the fly is wheezing, and panting.
Rachel pulled the fly from the screen.
"Ow!" The fly squeeled.
"o…k…" The audience said, creasing their foreheads.
The volume of some scary as hell music escalated as Rachel held the fly up to her face to examine it.
"Please don't eat me!" The fly squeaked in its annoying helium voice. "I'm not a delicacy! There's too much blubber on me!"
Rachel frowned at it and looked at it, holding it by the wings.
"I feel to venerable." The fly whispered.
The woman suddenly burst into the room, making Rachel release the fly.
"I can fly again!" It squeeled, until it realised that it's wings were crippled.
"Crap!" It squeaked, and spiralled down to the floor.
"You made her mad!" The woman yelled, going up to the machine and kissing it.
"And by the way…you have some shit on your face…" She said, gesturing towards her face with her hand. Rachel wiped her nose and looked at the sticky substance that had trickled from her nose.
"No…it's clearly blood." Rachel said. "Weirdo…"
Rachel grabbed the printout and tape and ran out.