INT. EARLY AFTERNOON. GIRL’S BEDROOM.
DECORATED IN PINK AND WHITE. WHITE DRESSER WITH MIRROR TO THE RIGHT OF THE ROOM. OVERSIZED FISH TANK FILLS THE DRESSER.
GIRL ties pink cotton around fishes neck (if fish have such things) and appears to be attempting to take it for a walk.
GIRL soon becomes bored when fish stops ‘walking’ and decides to put it in a pink plastic till register.
GIRL opens and closes the till register again and again and again until the fish disappears and all that remains is a bright red stain on the carpet, the till register and pulp underneath GIRL’S fingernails.
“Every other memory of the things I murdered or the deaths I encountered can be relayed in the same cold detached way. That was until my cat died.”
“His death blasted a hole in me. I tried everything and anything to deal with the death. Online research revealed the ways I was supposed to be feeling. They call them the seven stages of grief – shock, denial, anger, bargaining, guilt, depression and acceptance. A formula for the human model in order to deal with inevitability.”
“I stopped murdering innocent creatures full stop. I became a vegetarian. I stopped washing in fear of killing any germs. I stopped having sex with my partner in fear of killing any sperm.”
“Eventually all that gave way to obsessive collecting of my remaining cats hairballs, fur that gathered in the corners of the rooms, using cellotape to retrieve even the most tricky of deposits from blankets and covers. These are my treasure. My answer to death became so clear to me. I’d never thought of it before, but this way I’ll get to see her forever. Happy anniversary.”
INT. HOTEL APARTMENT. NIGHT.
WOMAN SAT IN DILAPIDATED FILM SET MODEL OF WHAT A HOME SHOULD LOOK LIKE. THE RULES HAVE ALL BEEN OBEYED BUT SOMETHING’S JUST NOT WORKING.
LOUNGE – 30 YEAR OLD SOFAS, CARPET, PICTURES ON THE WALLS (AUBREY BEARDSLEY PRINTS), MIRROR, OLD RUG, T.V. WALLS ARE DECORATED IN PEACH COLOURED WALL PAPER OFF-SET WITH A BORDER OF BROWN CARPET TILES 2/3RDS OF THE WAY DOWN THE WALL. PIANO. COFFEE TABLE
WOMAN STARES OUT OF THE WINDOW. SOMETHING RUBS AGAINST HER LEGS. SHE LOOKS DOWN. NOTHING THERE.