ramblings

Scene Idea.

A post-apocalyptic situation. 1 and 2 are locked in a room together. 1 is curled in the fetal position, rambling like her words will break her, will explode out of her if she is quiet, if there is silence there will be destruction; so she rambles endlessly.

1: One plus one is two people in the room but we’re stuck and the door keeps swinging while they’ll find us, but soon it’ll be pointless, we’ll be ghosts, the speakers and flashing lights I thought you would’ve died already I’m fine, there’s nothing outside but the rage of a hexagon keeping count of every time we said one plus one is two people in the room but we’re stuck and the door keeps swinging while they’ll find us, but soon it’ll be pointless, we’ll be ghosts, the speakers and flashing lights I thought you would’ve died already I’m fine, there’s nothing outside but the rage of a hexagon keeping count of every time we said one plus one is-

(She continues to repeat it as he speaks, but he catches her eye and holds her gaze, breaking the silence until her mind can finally breathe. She doesn't stop talking, but it gets quieter, calmer, becomes more of a background habit. She isn't herself but at least she isn't slipping.)

2: I want you to know that there is something else out there for us. You don't have to know me to know that I feel lost. That all this is making life feel a lot emptier. But we're together aren't we? Like we need to be. We need each other and I'm not letting you burst from the pressure I can feel rising inside of you. I don't know what the fuck is happening to us. I don't know how to fix it. I want control. I want a 20-step plan of how to escape and keep living. But life is unfriendly right now. The world is unfriendly in here, because we are trapped. The door won't stop swinging in the wind but at least the wind is a sign that the world exists and the door can be a choice we have control over. You and I can be constant, at the very least. Here we are the constants, more together right now, like when we first met, when our friendship solidified. Missing pieces, I agree, are hard to come by, but we got lucky. Nothing is pointless Em. The quiet scares you, I can see it. Your mind is big and dark and terrifying. Just like the world. It's hard to deal with the inside and outside but the speakers and flashing lights don't have to be louder than us. Shut your eyes and they disappear. Block your ears and they're voiceless. The right now is daunting, but the rage of a hexagon can't stop us from being backed by the wind in our constantness. Be constant with me, Em.

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