Staged (Short script)

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INT.  
Auditorium:
(We see an auditorium from about 20 seats back.  Few lights, but enough to show that there is a girl standing just in front of the stage.  The stained floor shines under the three spot lights that are on, all aimed at the center of the stage.  Rich, velvety curtains are closed, and a microphone stands in the middle of the great platform.  In the darkness it is impossible to tell just how large the room actually is, but the echo of her footsteps creates a sense of enormity that is as frightening as the sense that she might not be alone. The camera moves down an aisle on the right toward the girl.  We see that she is alone, perfectly still with the exception of her breathing.)

The girl:  
Curvaceous. Auburn hair.  Grey eyes.
We see her more closely now.  She is standing in jeans and a plain tee.  We hear her breathing heavily, as if nervous.  She inhales deeply and holds her breath, we see her plump bosom rise and hold. She closes her eyes.

Inner voice:
(loud because it’s so quiet in the empty auditorium)

This is just a dream.  This is just a dream, but I am not alone.

The girl:
(Her eyes still closed, she exhales, and bumps begin to rise on her arms and at the nape of her neck.)

I know you are here.  (very nervous, obviously)
(pause)
I don’t know how you got into my head, but I know you’re here.

(She opens her eyes and looks up at the stage.  Still, there is no sign of another, but she feels the presence of someone/something in the great room with her.  She turns to the right and walks toward the steps that lead up to the stage.  She adjusts the microphone, finches at the feedback that stabs her ears.  She runs her pale fingers through dark autumn hair, trying to imagine who could be watching, what this person could possible want, why they don’t just come out and show themselves, why she can’t seem to control this dream as she does many others.
She looks down at herself, surprised to see she is standing in a wedding gown, white satin fitting perfectly to each curve of her body.  She also finds that not only is she plump and healthy, she is very much with child.)

Inner Voice:

That explains feeling like someone is in the room.  (Noting again how loud her thoughts are.)

The girl:
I can’t get pregnant.  This factory is shut down.  (she speaks directly into the microphone.)

(Standing upon the stage, looking down at her figure, she is shocked to see that the beautiful white satin gown is stained red.  She screams out in pain; the pain was all she needed to come out of her dream world.)

INT.
Living room:
(We see a living room.  Dusty, older couch.  TV, side table.  No frills.  Think college roommate set-up.)

The girl:
(She is lying on a dusty couch wearing nothing but an old t-shirt and no-frills panties.  When she opens her eyes, screaming, she finds a familiar face.)  

The boy:
(The once loving eyes of her fiancé are bloodshot and yellowing, his face a sickening gray.  Held up to his mouth are dirty, blood covered hands.  In his hands are the ropes of her bowels.)

The girl:
(is screaming.)

The house:
(There is a breeze coming through the window making the blind “flap, flap, flap.”)

The boy:
(We realize there is glass stuck in him.  Just enough sunlight filters through the blinds to see it on his face and arm.  Blood is coagulated.)

The girl:
(Already growing weak, she feels under the cushion for her .32 pistol, the one she always has there “just in case.”)
(fade)

EXT:
Park:
(We see a short glimpse of a park, boy and girl having a picnic.)

Boy:
You should always have a gun hidden.  Just in case.
(fade)



INT:
Living room:

The girl:
(She points the gun at the boy and blows away his face.)

The boy:
(Half his face is destroyed.  We see him grasping onto what’s there, grunting. His face is no longer lovely.)
(fade)

INT:
Store:
(We see inside a small store.  The girl is twirling around in her wedding dress.)
(fade)

INT:
Auditorium:
(We see the girl on stage at the auditorium from about 20 seats back.  She is not pregnant, but she is wearing the wedding dress.  There are people in the crowd smiling, laughing, clapping, crying.  She looks at them as if this is the happiest day of her life.)

EXT: (day)
Porch:
(We see the boy, sitting on the porch, taking off his shoes, and putting his feet into a bucket of ice.)

INT:
Living room:

The girl:
(She points the gun at her own head.  She is laughing hysterically at this point.)

Inner voice:
So much for happily ever after.

The girl:
(Winces.  Pulls trigger.  Couch is a mess.  Dust and smoke.)
(fade, slow)

INT:
Auditorium:
(fading.  Three lights aimed at center of stage.)

Created: Mar 16, 2011

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