NARARTOR (V.O)
Death is a promise, but your life is a lie. My life is a lie. Everything I once knew... a lie. My whole life I have tried to be better, tried to succeed, some something my father never did. I was a football star. Now I am my father.
INT. SPRING HILL MENTAL HOSPITAL, GROUP ROOM- MORNING
VICTORY
(Whispers)
Brent, Brent.
MR.CORPS
Brent? Are you ok?
BRENT
I-I ….C-Can I step out for a moment?
MR.CORPS
Sure, but stay in the hallway
BRENT
(Stands up and walks out, and notices VICTORY is behind him)
VICTORY
Brent? Are you okay?
BRENT
No, I’m not. Victory….I…I’m just like my father.
VICTORY
No, you are not Brent. You are nothing like him.
BRENT
I’m not like him Victory. REALLY? You don’t even know him, so how could you say that? (screaming) HE WAS A MONSTER AN SO AM I! (Grabs VICTORY’S face) look at me Victory; I’m not the same person I was when we first met. I’m a LIAR,
AND A MANIPULATOR! I can make you think things you would never believe to be true.
(VICTORY steps back, frightened)
BRENT
(screaming) SEE WHAT I MEAN! You’re scared of me.
VICTORY
Brent… I’m not scared of you….
BRENT
OH REALLY VICTORY? (Raises his fist toward VICTORY)
Now are you scared?
VICTORY
(Starts fall to the floor crying) Brent… stops! DON’T DO THIS!
NARRARATOR (V.O)
My eyes widen. What have I done? I love Victory with every bone in my body, with every fiber of my being. How could I do this to someone I love?
(BRENT starts crying and runs to his room)
I hurry over to my dresser and pull out my blade, this time leaving the bloodstained rag behind. I won’t need it again.
(BRENT looks at the silver blade)
BRENT
(Under his breath)
I’m so sorry Victory; I won’t ever hurt you again.
NARRATOR (V.O)
Slowly I raise the blade to my neck and make one deep cut ear to ear. I fall to the ground, blood flowing from the gash in my neck. My eyes begin to close, darkness enclosing me. This is what I deserve. This is how I should die.
Fin
YOU ARE READING
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.)
