Martedì, 13 Luglio, 2004 | Posted by Marie Sven Gerkin at 08:48

it just keeps coming back. over and over. like a dream. i just know it's not a dream. not a dream. it just continues. i can't stop it.

INTERIOR. EARLY MORNING. THE KITCHEN OF SMALL SUBURBAN HOUSE.
MARIE, lies on the floor, shivering in her night dress. It is torn around the collar. The drop of blood around her bottom lip has now pushed its way through the tiny opening and is sliding down her chin. It drips free flying through the air in slow motion. Marie watches it fall in slow motion. And then it splatters against her knee. The fabric of her night dress sucks it in hungrily.

She tries to move but it feels like her leg is broken. The pain is quite strong, but she does not cry. She barely feels it. Her eyes are heavy. She wants to sleep. Just needs a few hours and she'll be right. It'll all be over.

Through heavy lids she looks up and sees her mother, SILVIA fly across the room. She can't take her eyes off the vision. It's not graceful. Her mother is a graceful dancer and she notices that this is not graceful.

The arc of her flight reaches its apex and she returns to earth with an enormous thud. Her mother crashes into the table Marie is lying next to. A chair smashes from the impact of Silvia's body. Shards of wood explode across the room. One enters Silvia's shoulder and blood slowly gushes out. She looks across at her daughter and smiles. Her eyes close. Her face is battered and blue. The clean, symmetrical lines of her mother's face all shattered.

Silvia always had a beautiful body. Marie can see parts of it now. The red dress that once covered her shapely lines has been torn. She can see bruises across the bare skin.

Marie, in her state, can't remember how they both got here. How they both ended up under a table in the early morning of a day she can no longer remember. What happened.

A shadow appears in front of her. A large shadow that grows. It creeps up her leg, past the blood spot that fell earlier, up her torso until it blocks out the light. Marie hears a laugh from the shadow. She looks up. It is just a black shape, enveloped by the light. It speaks gently and softly reassuringly. Yet there is a sharp razor blade hidden in every word. It slices through the air. It slices through her heart. Someone will soon feast on the pieces.

Marie looks over at her mother. She lies still as if trying to hide. The dark shape crouches down. It can no longer obstuct the light and it reveals features that Marie would rather not see. It is Jesus Miguel Luis Rodriguez. A huge smile on his face. He licks his lips.

JESUS
Hello, my lovely.

MARIE
What have you done to my muffer?

JESUS
My poor child, can't you see, she's just sleeping. Now come to daddy.

SFX: EXTERIOR. THE SOUND OF A CAR'S TYRES SCREECHING TO A STOP. A CAR DOOR OPENS QUICKLY. FOOTSTEPS, AT FIRST SLOW, THEN RUNNING. SOMEONE AT THE DOOR KNOCKING, THEN TAPPING LOUDLY AT THE WINDOW.

will they ever go away? will they eventually stop, doctor? doctor? are you there, doctor, can you hear me?