VOICE
Just a little blood. It won’t hurt, promise.
BRENT
UGH! STOP! (Punches wall)
VOICE
Just one little cut. It will feel so good.
BRENT
(Under his breath)
Cut. It wants me to cut myself. I had heard about it people at school doing it, but never actually thought about it. I heard it helps. That I actually feels good. Maybe I should try it.
(Shouts)
WHAT AM I SAYING?! I can’t do something stupid like that.
VOICE
Yes, you can.
BRENT
Why do you want me to?
VOICE
Because, it will help you forget the things your father did to you.
NARRATOR (V.O)
I stop and stare blankly, It will help me forget what my father did to me. I had tried my whole life to forget the horrible images that were lodge in my Brain, never moving. At night, they replay repeatedly, with the occasional exception of Victory appearing.
(BRENT stands up and walks towards the paper towel dispenser. He takes a piece of the blade that cuts the paper. BRENT bends the metal until it breaks in half. Looks in mirror. )
BRENT
What am I doing…? (Cuts arm. Takes paper towels. Wraps blade into paper towel and puts in pocket. Takes another paper towel and stops the bleeding. Cleans up and walks out the bathroom.)
VICTORY
(Notice BRENT coming her way)
Are you okay?
BRENT
(Sits down) yeah, I’m fine.
VICTORY
(Worried) Okay,
BRENT
Don’t worry about me. As long as I have you, I will be just fine.
VICTORY
(Smiles) I love you
BRENT
I love you too.
(Both kiss briefly)
NARRATOR(V.O)
What I did moments ago was still lingering in the back of my mind. I can feel the scar burning as pulled away. My secrets are hidden under the sleeve of a sweatshirt.
SCENE 2 ends
SCENE 3
INT. SPRING HILL MENTAL HOSPITAL, - ONE MONTH LATER, BRENT’S ROOM
NARRATOR(V.O)
People always keep secrets, whether they promise not to or not. The people you love the most, the ones that you should share everything with, hide the most shocking secrets. Victory is hiding a secret, I can feel it. She barely talks to me anymore and won’t let me put my hand around her waist touch her the slightest. I can’t tell what it is, but I know it’s something.
BRENT
(Hears scream, voices, and sits up. JACK is seen at BRENT’S room window.)
JACK
Brent… come its Victory.
BRENT
(Jumps up and follows him to the girl’s bathroom. JACK stops him.)
No! Wait VICTORY is in there and she needs me. WHATS WRONG WITH HER?!
(VICTORY is lying on the bathroom floor passed out with vomit around her)
JACK
She fainted, I just need to make sure if Miss. May will let you in.
BRENT
(Ignores him and walks into the bathroom, and notices VICTORY was crying holds her.)
Victory, talk to me. What’s wrong? What happened?
VICTORY
I-I’m sorry Brent…. (Burry’s her face in BRENT’s chest)
MAY
I’ll go get a blanket. (Leaves room)
BRENT
Victory…what’s wrong?
VICTORY
I-I want to tell you but…
BRENT
But what?
VICTORY
But, I can’t.
BRENT
Victory, I love you. You can trust me.
VICTORY
(Shakes head)
I can’t...I just can’t… (Chants it over and over in whispers)
BRENT
(Stands up and starts to walk away)
VICTORY
BRENT!
(BRENT looks at her)
Where are you going?
BRENT
Victory, if you can’t trust me with your own secrets, I can’t stay here to hold you. I can’t comfort you when I don’t know what it is you hide from. I’m sorry, but I just can’t.
VICTORY
Brent...I’m pregnant….
BRENT
(Stares at VICTORY and starts to cry.)
VICTORY
A-aren’t you going to say anything?)
BRENT
Victory…I-I don’t know what to say. (Walks to VICTORY and sit next to her.)
VICTORY
Neither do II Brent… I wasn’t going to tell you... I-I didn’t want to ruin your life.
BRENT
Why would it ruin my life?
VICTORY
Because you life is already crazy and you don’t want to mess it up by throwing a baby in there.
BRENT
(Smiles) my life is already messed up. You can only make it better.
VICTORY
So... you not mad?
BRENT
NO! Of course not. Sure, I’m not ready to have a baby. And I’m pretty messed up…a baby doesn’t need to be around me. But I won’t take back what created that baby.
(VICTORY SMILES)
NARRARATOR (V.O)
I am going to be a father. Poor baby, we can’t pick our parents. I feel bad if it got stuck with a failure as a father. And had to be conceived in a mental hospital. If I had killed myself like planed, I wouldn’t have made a mistake of conceiving a child.
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Nobody Gets Used to Hell
RomanceAbout 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.)
