Scene 2
Camera comes back to a small room of a teenager; some books on dark magic are tossed on the floor in disregard. The room’s black wallpaper is completely covered by posters of animals. A much loved slightly burnt stuffed animal is sitting on the bed. A teenage girl with golden hair stomps into the room and calls out to the open door.
Ira:
"Don’t blame me for your mistakes!"
She yells out to the hallway, then slams the door and jumps onto the bed, obviously upset. Picks up the stuffed animal and starts to talk to it.
"It’s not my fault. What the hell, for all mothers plans and lies and schemes I cant believe she didn’t see this coming. She bets her entire life on the fact that ill grow up with angel powers and forgets to factor in that someone half good and half evil is just… A NOTHING! Ugh. It’s not easy living as the bane of their existents!"
She stares down lovingly at the teddy bear and gives it a quick squeeze for comfort
"Now that they know ill never become a powerful weapon for them I wonder if they will still love me. I wonder if they ever did."
Pause
"Ugh I don’t know if I want to find out. It’s hard enough living in a house with two demons of wrath, its even worse if you just destroyed their hopes and dreams by being yourself. Maybe I’ll go on a fieldtrip. Help clear my head… I’ll go to the stupid human world, everyone hates that stupid world anyway, and nobody will bother me there."
She gets up and walks to the mirror. Ira puts her hand on it; the hand slips through as if the mirror was water not glass.
"I’ll be back before sunrise tom, not that they would care, at least if I enter during the day they can’t follow and I won’t meet up with any other demons."
She steps through. Camera fades out.
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Ira Satana Humana
NouvellesThis is a screen play about a girl trying to find where she belongs and having to get lost before she can find her home.