- You remember the place when you were a child.
That place no on else could inhabit.
It was all yours.
This is my place,
my dream,
my nightmare.
But of the darkest, most dangerous paths,
we are born anew.
But there is no future without sacrifice.
Sometimes,
we must die in order to live.
- You're a very demure girl, Dulcina.
Very controlled.
You remind me of a closed flower.
A rose bud.
I hear you make all your own clothes.
Is that right?
- Yes.
- Well, have you ever thought about going into fashion?
- Fashion?
No.
- You're not proud of your talent?
- Whatever talent I've been given,
I've been given by the grace of God.
Where'd you get this?
- It was here when I rented the place.
- It's red.
- The color of passion.
- Or despair.
- Shh.
Do not antagonize her.
- Dulcina,
have you had suicidal thoughts since you've been here?
- No. - I need to know.
- No.
I told you I never did.
I sleep walk.
- You know you can speak your mind in here.
No one is judging you.
- God is judging me.
He's watching us all.
- My savior will tell me what should be done with you.
- What could you think he's possibly judging you for?
- My sins.
My mother died when I was nine years old.
I want to go to church.
All the other kids
went to the same Baptist church.
I was an outcast.
And, you know, I was an outcast.
- I'd like to try some hypnosis.
Would that be all right with you, Dulcina?
- Okay. - Great.
So I'm going to count.
Lie down, close your eyes.
One, two,
three, four, five.
See a beautiful place.
What do you see?
- I see the forest.
I see the forest by my grandmother's house.
- What are you doing in the forest?
- I'm walking.
There are roses.
There are red roses.
- Now imagine that you're an eagle
flying over the forest.
That's it, Dulcina.
Fly.
Find something,
find something there that you've lost.
- Oh God, there's so much blood!
He's coming! He's coming!
He's coming for me!
- You're waking up, Dulcina.
Wake up, Dulcina!
Wake!
How do you feel now?
- I don't feel real.
I don't feel real.
- It's real.
You just aren't used to it.
Don't be afraid of all your feelings, Dulcina.
I want you to know that you can dream
and sleep and live without fear.
To be good doesn't mean to deny ourselves
who we really are.
Go easier on yourself, sweetheart.
- Life isn't a dream.
- No, it isn't.
But you can create your life with your dreams.
- I'm going to my grandmother's house this winter.
I'm gonna watch her house.
It's a bookstore
the rest of the year.
- You are?
Hmm. Nobody told me that.
Well, okay.
Certainly can't keep you here forever.
Dulcina, you know that you need
to check in with me once a week.
- I know. - Or anytime that you feel
out of the ordinary
or you wake up and you don't know
how you've gotten to where you are.
- I, I know.
- You need to take your medication every day.
And then I'll see you back here in a month.
- Can I help you, miss?
- I'm on the way to grandmother's house
up the mountain.
- I wouldn't recommend that.
Storm's coming.
If you go up there now, you won't be able
to come back down till winter's over.
There were three hikers went up there last winter,
they didn't find 'em till it thawed.
They were unrecognizable.
The animals had gotten to 'em.
- I'll be fine.
I go up every year.
I'm okay. - All right, hold on.
You're gonna need this for firewood.
Okay?
And here.
I'm gonna give you my number.
All right. This is my card.
That's my number.
And that's my address.
If you need anything,
you give me a call.
All right? - Okay.
- All right. - Thank you.
- You take care.
"The Lord is my Shepard.
Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil."
Dulcina, wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up, Dulcina!
No one is judging you.
God is judging me.
He's watching us all.
What could you think he's possibly
judging you for?
- My sins.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil."
Grandma's Books.
Hi, Grandma.
No, I'm fine.
No, the doctors said it was okay.
Yes.
Yes, Grandma, I'm checking in.
I've, no, I've just had a few bad dreams.
I'm fine.
Please don't worry.
I like it here.
Bye.
- She's dying inside! Don't you get it?
So am I! - She's not dying inside!
She knows who I am!
- Well I hold you-
And she knows I'm not far away.
I hope she doesn't know!
- What,
what does that- - You're an animal!
You don't care about God! - Preach about God
again to me! - Get out of my house!
- You're calling me some- - Get out of my house!
- You know what? - Get out of my house!
- Stop it, stop it! - You can preach all you want!
You've never been down...
Shh.
The wolf is at the door.
He's always at the door.
Every day of your life,
waiting.
Hungry.
Do you understand?
Well you better, okay?
Death comes for every one of us,
taking us into the dark unknown wilderness.
But that doesn't mean that you have to wait for it
like a lamb to slaughter.
Fate favors the fighters.
You are my daughter.
Don't you forget that.
I'm proud of you.
I won't be here forever to protect you.
I love you, Dulcina.
I love you.
- Daddy, Daddy! Don't go!
Don't go! Don't leave me!
The wolf is at the door.
- Hello, this is Harlan.
I can't come to the phone right now.
Please leave a message.
- Hi, this is Dulcina.
You gave me your card and said
if I needed you to give you a call.
I've heard some noises and, uh, I'm afraid.
I just don't know.
So, if you might stop by,
I'd appreciate it.
Thank you. - There were three hikers
went up there last winter,
they were unrecognizable.
The animals had gotten to 'em.
Who are you?
- I'm Sarah's neighbor.
Sarah Ramadian, the owner of this house,
she asked me to check in on the place.
- She doesn't have any neighbors.
There is nothing around here.
Everything is closed for the winter.
- Where did- - I come from?
I came from out there.
The other side of the woods.
- Well, I'm Dulcina.
So if you know her,
then you know me.
- Dulcina's a little girl.
- I'm not.
I saw this boy.
He had clear blue eyes.
- It's just when she speaks you,
she speaks of you as if you're a child.
It's just that time...
Time isn't friend of mine and I...
I had in my mind
that you were a little girl.
- I am not a child.
- You're all grown up then.
I would put these away if I were you.
Before you hurt yourself.
- All right.
Go to the front.
I'll let you in there.
- I have a key.
And I'm Ulf, by the way
- Well then go to the front, Ulf.
Unless there's a reason you are in my bedroom.
Is there
a reason?
- I'll go to the front.
- And knock.
Like a civilized human being.
- Sit up. All right?
You're gonna faint again.
- I'm not one of those,
if that's what you're thinking.
I cut the thorns off the roses.
Sometimes the knife, it slips.
- I knocked.
You must have passed out, hit your head.
- My grandmother didn't tell
you would be stopping by.
- She didn't tell me you'd be here either.
- Well, I would call her to see if you're lying,
but the phone cord has been cut.
Do you know how that might have happened?
- No.
- Well I didn't do it.
And my grandmother didn't do it.
You're the only other person with a key to this house.
- Animals, again with these fucking animals!
Look at this. It's fucking gone.
Mm. It's been chewed straight through.
She takes in these wild animals
and she nurses them back to health
and then this is the thanks she gets.
She should know by now,
a wild animal can't be tamed.
You know, most people, they hurt
or kill themselves with their own weapon.
It's because they can't go through with it.
You need to wash this.
Let me go!
- We need to get you in bed. - Let go of me!
- You need your rest. - Let go of me!
It's all right.
Fly.
You're waking up, Dulcina.
Wake up, Dulcina.
Wake!
Wake up, Dulcina!
- I want you to know who you are.
I want you to embrace it.
My savior will tell me
what should be done with you.
And I will carry out his will.
- The days will be dark soon.
- Yes.
- How do they grow? Your roses?
There's no sun.
- I don't know.
They just do.
I'm making some tea,
if you'd like some.
You're welcome to come in.
Thank you for
helping out.
Winter's coming. I have to do it myself.
Anyway,
thank you.
- You really don't remember last night, do you?
- Um, why?
- You weren't well. I stayed.
- I, I have trouble remembering.
I forget things sometimes.
- I brought you some kindling.
I guess I'll get out of your hair
and leave you to your books
and your roses.
You know you're awful young
to be isolated out here all by yourself.
- I prefer it.
Being alone.
- Yeah, right.
I see.
What happened?
- I don't know.
- Wake up, Dulcina!
- I see the forest from my grandmother's house.
- Shh. - My mother died
when I was nine years old.
Have you had suicidal thoughts
since you've been here, Dulcina?
- I told you I never did.
I sleepwalk.
Walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil.
I saw this boy.
He had clear blue eyes.
And he said, "I see you.
I see your soul."
Who are you?
- I'm your mirror.
I'm the only one
that understands your pain, Dulcina.
That emptiness that you wanna rip out
of your chest some nights.
Even if it kills you.
The eternal loneliness.
We're the same.
We were born with the same madness.
Didn't you ever feel like there was something...
There was something out there that could fill that void?
- Yes.
Yes.
- What you reading?
- It's a story.
It's a story about a wolf.
And a girl.
Well the only story I know like that is, ah...
- This is a different story.
I don't know how it ends yet.
Hey.
We already have.
- I am...
I'm a sinner.
I don't deserve to live.
There are roses.
There are red roses.
- My savior will tell me what should be done with you.
And I will carry out his will.
- Daddy!
Daddy!
Help! Let me out!
Please! - Shut up,
you horrible, wicked girl!
I should kill you for what you've done!
She's dying inside! Don't you get it?
So am I! - She's not dying inside!
She knows who I am!
- I hope she doesn't.
- And she knows I'm not far away.
- Shh.
- He's coming!
He's coming!
He's coming for me!
- I want you to know who you are.
I want you to know who you are.
I want you to embrace it.
'Cause at the end of the day,
fear is all we are left with.
- You're waking up, Dulcina.
Wake up, Dulcina.
Wake! Wake!
- You're an animal!
We care about... - No, go ahead!
- You don't care about God!
- You did this!
- Domestication is a facade.
It's a mask.
Okay, we are animals.
Perfection only exists in nature
and all the books and all the roses in the world
are never gonna change that fact.
We are here to rip it all apart
and howl at the moon.
You, nice little girl,
are a wolf.
- You are not a wolf from here anymore, Father!
- Look at what has become of you two.
I would have never raised you children like this.
I'd rather you be dead that not being a wolf.
- I am a true wolf, Father.
Hunting in the night.
Hunting in the dark.
On the fringes of society for long, long time.
Banished.
Lonely.
Thinking of only this day.
The day of retribution.
The day I rip your beating heart out of your chest
for making me this way!
- First,
I will kill her.
Your weak, precious sister.
My boy, my boy, it's all for you.
My little girl.
I could see myself in your eyes.
But you are no wolf!
- Daddy!
- Now you see?
- I love you, Daddy. - Now you know.
- Daddy?
Daddy?
Daddy!
- Our father is dead.
Our father is dead.
- Dulcina!
Dulcina!
Oh, God!
What have you done to my sweet girl?
What have you done?
Oh, no.
Wake up.
Wake up, Dulcina. Wake...
Oh, wake up. Please.
Wake up.
Babe, hi, baby.
- Mommy.
- Can, can you walk?
- I can fly.
- Oh, Mommy's gonna take you home.
Have you ever been to therapy, Carolyn?
- No.
I've never been labeled a psycho before.
- You're not a psycho.
Well you did try and hurt yourself.
Your mother found you on the bathroom floor.
Why did you wanna hurt yourself, Carolyn?
- Mm...
- Why'd you do it?
- Sometimes you have to die in order to live.
- I like your words,
but I need the truth.
- People are fucked up.
I don't know.
Human condition.
We're programmed to want something that we can never have.
That we...
We need something that we can never have
from another human being.
And then when you get it,
for a moment,
for a second,
you connect.
Then you're undone.
My person is dead.
What I accomplish,
it will never,
ever be anything
compared to one second with him.
People ask me why I killed myself.
It's a stupid question.
It's the wrong question.
I just finished what was already started.
I was still breathing
but I was already dead.
- So you're a writer?
I hear you're writing fiction.
Writing is a great way to get over our past.
To understand ourselves psychologically.
To work it all out.
- I'm not a writer.
It's a diary.
My memories, my memoirs.
- I'm trying to help you set yourself free.
Like your character, Dulcina.
- I can't be saved.
I know who I am.
I know what I am.
I am Dulcina.
And I am the wolf.
- Daddy!
Mother.
Mother!
I am cursed!
You have cursed me, Father!
Why?
What am I?
What have I become?
I am the wolf.