INT. SPRING HILL MENTAL HOSPITAL, BRETT’S ROOM- THE NEXT MORNING
JACK
(Opens BRENT’S door, noticing him pacing the floor talking to himself.)
BRENT
(Pacing the floor.)
What the hell is wrong with me? Yesterday in-group, victory had made my heart stop beating. Unfortunately, I was still alive though. But after seeing her perfect and beautiful face, I can’t stop thinking about her! She’s the reason I wake up in the morning… there… is no way that imp in love with her….
JACK
(Coughs.)
BRENT
(Turns around noticing BRENT.)
JACK
What’s wrong lover boy?
BRENT
(Following JACK out the door.) I DON’T LOVE HER!
JACK
(Laughs.)
INT. SPRING HILL MENTAL HOSPITAL, CAFETERIA- MORNING
(JACK chuckles and starts to walk away, BRENT roll his eyes and grab a try and heads toward the line. He notices VICTORY sitting by herself in the back of the cafeteria.)
BRENT
(Under his breath.)
Perfect.
(Walks towards VICTORY.)
I’ve sat alone by myself plenty of times. It just adds to the crazy. (Smiles and sits down.)
VICTORY
Hey psycho. (Smiles back.)
BRENT
I have a name you know.
VICTORY
I know, but I like giving people nicknames.
BRENT
(Eating his food)
What do you have in mind?
VICTORY
Hmmm… how about freak?
BRENT
(Laughs) that suits me well.
(Both laugh)
VICTORY
Brent, why did you do it?
BRENT
You called me Brent.
VICTORY
Yea, I did... (Smiles.)
So, why’d you do it? Why did you shoot yourself?
NARRATOR (V.O)
I’ve never told anyone the reason. I hadn’t even told Mrs. Scarlett the truth.
BRENT
No reason.
(VICTORY touches Brent’s hand.)
VICTORY
You can tell me.
NARRATOR (V.O)
I want to tell someone. But I barely know Victory.
BRENT
(Pulls his hand away and stands up.)
You’re wrong, I can’t tell anyone. IT’S NOT AS IF YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND ANYWAY!
(Walks away, catches a glimpse of VICTORY, and walks back towards her.)
Sigh... Victory, I really am sorry. I just don’t like talking about it, okay?
VICTORY
(Looks up.)
Okay…
BRENT
Hey, you want to hear about this crazy chick?
Just last week she tried to strangle herself with her pillow, so they put her in a straight jacket for a week.
VICTORY
Whoa,… she must be crazy... (BRENT nods.)
Tell me more!
NARRATOR (V.O)
Victory makes me happy, she makes me smile. She hot and nice to talk to. Maybe once we get out of here we can hook up. But that far as ill go... I don’t want to hurt her.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Gets Used to Hell
RomansaAbout a troubling young teen, who ends up in a mental hospital (This was a script play I wrote for my script writing class assignment in high school.)
