Lights. Camera. Action.
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Lights. Camera. Action.
Lights, a cigarette. Pressed to his lips. Inhale, exhale. Watching the smoke curl in the air, hang there for a moment, still. No wind today. He blows, smoke evaporates. Pressed to lips again. Inhale, exhale. Rinse, later, repeat.
Lights. Camera. Action.
Camera, sitting on the bed. Broken screen, smashed memory card. His foot crashing down, time after time after time. Tears on his cheeks. No one will ever see. Nobody will see it. Bury it under grass and dirt and destroy evidence. The end.
Lights. Camera. Action.
Action. Moving. Cigarette to lips. Walking inside, grabbing camera from the bed, dropping it in the hole he dug with his bare hands. There is still earth underneath his short fingernails. This is the end. This is the culmination of all the abuse, the screaming, the photographs of repeated rapes. This is the end.
Cut.
He packs the earth on top of the camera with his hands, then with his shoes. Next to the larger hole in the ground. He pictures pale, dead flesh contrasting with dark earth and worms feasting. Vomit comes up, the taste bitter in his mouth. This is where it ends. For good.
Lights, a cigarette. Pressed to his lips. Inhale, exhale. Watching the smoke curl in the air, hang there for a moment, still. No wind today. He blows, smoke evaporates. Pressed to lips again. Inhale, exhale. Rinse, later, repeat.
Lights. Camera. Action.
Camera, sitting on the bed. Broken screen, smashed memory card. His foot crashing down, time after time after time. Tears on his cheeks. No one will ever see. Nobody will see it. Bury it under grass and dirt and destroy evidence. The end.
Lights. Camera. Action.
Action. Moving. Cigarette to lips. Walking inside, grabbing camera from the bed, dropping it in the hole he dug with his bare hands. There is still earth underneath his short fingernails. This is the end. This is the culmination of all the abuse, the screaming, the photographs of repeated rapes. This is the end.
Cut.
He packs the earth on top of the camera with his hands, then with his shoes. Next to the larger hole in the ground. He pictures pale, dead flesh contrasting with dark earth and worms feasting. Vomit comes up, the taste bitter in his mouth. This is where it ends. For good.