But she can't help a monster ...

Blood.

Pain.

Sweat.

Rage.

Blood on his hands. Pain in his bones. Sweat on his skin. Rage in his veins. What was he looking for ? Power ? Relief ? He was willing to do anything it took to feel better. To make the voices go away. He hadn't tried everything yet. Couldn't. Wouldn't. He had thought about killing himself. But then again, he was a survivor. He couldn't just let go. He had to fight. After all, he was a Parker.

Don't tell me you feel remorse, Lyle.

Why ? Because you wouldn't believe me ?

As a teenager, he though he was going crazy. That this thing inside was eating him alive, whatever the hell it was. He couldn't talk to his mother, wouldn't talk to his father. Was afraid to speak in front of Mr. Raines. It all began when he came into his life anyway.

Exactly.

Maybe because even you can't feel any ?