Dude 1 kicks open the door. He starts firing. Dude 2 falls. A mist of red puff spurts from his chest. He's screaming
Screams echo a deafening ring. Calloused hands press thick pulsing liquid further into the fabric. Something about the feel of his wet shirt pressing against raw skin, the absence of life staining a pristine shirt, made the stars in the back of his eyes dance. The life exiting the hole in Dude 1’s stomach stains The Boy’s Nikes, leaving a thick layer of crimson on the soles of his feet
Dude 1 aims the gun at The Boy. Dude 1 says something, nothing is heard over the ringing. The Boy would like to think that he said something meaningful, but he knows better. The Boy closes his eyes. This isn’t the way he wanted to go, but he is at peace with it
He never did find out what Roscoe’s Wetsuit meant. Maybe it was better that way
...(breath).....(breath).............(breath).. .
Silence
The Boy feels cold
The Boy opens his eyes. The room is now empty, blood gone. The Boy walks outside. The branches create rays of sunshine that cut him like blades. The Boy kicks off his shoes into the pool, left shoe falls into the pool while the right one falls short. The Boy then walks to the pool. He sits down, feet dipping in the pool. Naomi sits next to him, holding his hand
NAOMI
So… This is what you wanted?
THE BOY
I thought so...
NAOMI
Why?
THE BOY
I wanted to feel something
NAOMI
Because…
THE BOY
I just don’t feel anything anymore. I’m… callous. I guess. I just feel like… it’s all meaningless. I’m meaningless. What’s my point? I don’t know
NAOMI
Why do you think that is?
THE BOY
(thinks)
I’m afraid
NAOMI
Of?
THE BOY
Everything
(then)
I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know… Why am I here? Why am I alive? Why do you care?
NAOMI
I always knew who you were. And you always knew who you were
Naomi opens her left hand. A gold molar is in her palm. The Boy’s reflection is shown in the shiny metal
NAOMI
This is who you were. This was your life. It’s expensive, it’s shiny, it’s seems to be worth a lot. But no matter what… it’ll never be the real thing
Naomi drops the molar into The Boys hand. The Boy looks at it
Screams echo a deafening ring. Calloused hands press thick pulsing liquid further into the fabric. Something about the feel of his wet shirt pressing against raw skin, the absence of life staining a pristine shirt, made the stars in the back of his eyes dance. The life exiting the hole in Dude 1’s stomach stains The Boy’s Nikes, leaving a thick layer of crimson on the soles of his feet
Dude 1 aims the gun at The Boy. Dude 1 says something, nothing is heard over the ringing. The Boy would like to think that he said something meaningful, but he knows better. The Boy closes his eyes. This isn’t the way he wanted to go, but he is at peace with it
He never did find out what Roscoe’s Wetsuit meant. Maybe it was better that way
...(breath).....(breath).............(breath).. .
Silence
The Boy feels cold
The Boy opens his eyes. The room is now empty, blood gone. The Boy walks outside. The branches create rays of sunshine that cut him like blades. The Boy kicks off his shoes into the pool, left shoe falls into the pool while the right one falls short. The Boy then walks to the pool. He sits down, feet dipping in the pool. Naomi sits next to him, holding his hand
NAOMI
So… This is what you wanted?
THE BOY
I thought so...
NAOMI
Why?
THE BOY
I wanted to feel something
NAOMI
Because…
THE BOY
I just don’t feel anything anymore. I’m… callous. I guess. I just feel like… it’s all meaningless. I’m meaningless. What’s my point? I don’t know
NAOMI
Why do you think that is?
THE BOY
(thinks)
I’m afraid
NAOMI
Of?
THE BOY
Everything
(then)
I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know… Why am I here? Why am I alive? Why do you care?
NAOMI
I always knew who you were. And you always knew who you were
Naomi opens her left hand. A gold molar is in her palm. The Boy’s reflection is shown in the shiny metal
NAOMI
This is who you were. This was your life. It’s expensive, it’s shiny, it’s seems to be worth a lot. But no matter what… it’ll never be the real thing
Naomi drops the molar into The Boys hand. The Boy looks at it
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