"Forever"
by Anonymous
FADE IN TO YOUR TYPICAL TEENAGE BEDROOM. A MESS OF DIRTY CLOTHES AND PAPERS LITTER THE FLOOR. A FEW POSTERS HANG HERE AND THERE ALONG THE WALL. A YOUNG MAN IS SEATED ON THE UNMADE BED. HE LOOKS NO OLDER THAN EARLY TWENTIES, DARK HAIR, JEANS AND A T-SHIRT. IN HIS HAND IS A PHOTOGRAPH.
VOICE OVER
You know, love is a funny thing.
Everyone wants to fall in love,
get married,
have kids, blah de blah de blah.
Personally I never even really believed
in the whole love thing too much....
ANGLE ON PICTURE FROM OVER THE MAN'S SHOULDER TO A PICTURE OF THE MAN AND GIRL TOGETHER.
VOICE OVER (CONT'D)
Then again, that was until I met her, she
kinda threw that whole notion to the wind.
I don't really know what
it was
honestly that did it but there was
just something...some undeniable variable
that made it impossible to resist her.
CUT BACK TO THE MAN AS HE STANDS DROPPING THE PHOTO ON THE BED. HE OPENS A DRAWER AND REMOVES SOMETHING BEFORE SEATING HIMSELF ONCE AGAIN PICKING UP THE PHOTO STARING AT IT.
VOICE OVER (CONT'D)
She was everything to me.
She was a shoulder to cry on when I needed it.
She was a mother when I needed to be held and reassured,
a best friend when I needed someone to talk to.
She was the world to me.
A perfect thing in a world full of ugliness.
I guess everything has to come to an end at some time though.
THE MAN NOW REACHES IN AND PULLS A MARKER FROM THE DRESSER, STICKING IT BETWEEN HIS TEETH AS HE PICKS UP A SECOND PHOTO, THIS ONE OF JUST THE GIRL.
VOICE OVER (CONT'D)
I guess I just didn't know how to deal with it.
How to show her how much she meant to me,
and then one day she was gone...
just up and gone like the memories of a dream upon waking up.
I can't really decide which is worse though,
not having her there
or having the memories of her always there.
Everytime I see something that reminds me of her,
or hear a song that reminds me of her, it hurts.
It hurts so so bad.
Every moment of every day I want her back,
just to be able to feel that way one more time...
but I know it wont happen.
Fate only smiles on us once,
and after that we're just left
to wander on to the next destination.
THE MAN NOW TAKES THE MARKER AND SCRIBBLES SOMETHING ON THE BOTTOM OF THE PHOTO. HE THEN STANDS AND, REMOVING A SMALL PISTOL FROM THE TOP DRAWER OF A NEARBY DRESSER, PUTS THE GUN TO HIS HEAD AND PULLS THE TRIGGER.
-CUT TO-
INT. BEDROOM, THE SAME GIRL FROM THE PICTURE LIES ASLEEP NEXT TO A MAN. BOTH ARE COVERED TO THE SHOULDERS BY SHEETS, THOUGH BOTH ARE OBVIOUSLY NUDE.
VOICE OVER
So it goes I guess,
you always want the things you can't have.
-CUT TO-
INT. BEDROOM, CLOSE UP OF THE PICTURE. SCRIBBLED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POLAROID IN THE EMPTY WHITE SPACE IS ONE WORD. FOREVER.
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