THE PENTHOUSE, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Emery's dead body is sprawled across the living room floor.Vail is laying on the couch evidently distressed eyes closed. Sage picks up a wine glass and sits on the floor leaning on the couch, thier breathing deliberately slow and steady. Rumi is jittery leaning into the crook of the wall visibly distressed by the situation at hand.

VAIL

(Vail opens her eyes and stares at the roof)

 We have a dead body on our living room floor.

SAGE

(Sage looks back at Vail)

No shit.

VAIL

(Vail turns to look at sage, her voice cracks slightly)

W-we have a dead body on our couch.

RUMI

(Pinches the bridge of her nose)

Stop fucking reapeating yourself!

VAIL

My boyfriends dead body is sprawled across our living room floor, his eyes are-are--

(Sage interrupts Vail)

SAGE

Lets get him out before he starts to--(grimace) smell

(Sage glances in the direction of Emerys body)

VAIL

(Sits up and looks at sage with disbelief)

How?? Butcher his body?(waves hand franticly) Have him for dinner? Or maybe just dump him in the garbage?..

RUMI

(Rumi walks over to Vail and grabs her shoulders and shakes it)

If you don't stop freaking out Vail i swear i'll be gutting you and throwing your body into the river!

VAIL

(Vail frowns, lowers her voice and stares at Rumi)

Don’t joke like that.

RUMI

(Rumi Lessens her grip and sighs)

Don't look at me like that, I'm sorry Vail--for you're loss (she grimaces), but I'm serious, i'm not going to jail, especially not for killing your idiot boyfriend.

SAGE

(Sage stands up and drops the wine glass on table)

Can both of you stop arguing (groans), Vail we do need to find a way to get rid of the body.

VAIL

(Vail's head whips to look at Sage, she is slightly angry.)

 I was being sarcastic(looks disgusted). We just killed someone, it might be another Tuesday for the desert children but I am NOT one of them.

RUMI

(Walks over and stands beside Sage picks up Sage's drink and takes a sip)

Then what? We keep the dead body with us?

VAIL

I-i-

(Emery's body shifts and emery lets out a groan, Vail dives towards emery almost falling on him.)

VAIL

Emery, oh my god, oh my god! How? HOW?

EMERY

(Emery takes Vail's hovering hand and sits up)

V-vail? What the fucks going on?

VAIL

Don't swear boy, (sighs) don't swear!

RUMI

(Rumi falls on the couch and sighs and groans)

Well that complicates things.

SAGE

(Glares at Rumi, then looks at Emery and smiles almost politely.)

Glad to have you back.

EMERY

(Glares at Sage.)

Let's talk about why I left in the first place, and why you wanted to bury me alive.

(Vail gasps and looks over at Sage and Rumi.)

VAIL

You knew he was alive! Why would you!

(Vail gets up in a fit of rage and walks over to Sage.)

VAIL Cont.

You call him your brother.

SAGE

(grimaces) I promise, i can explain Vail.

RUMI

(Rumi lets out a laugh on the couch and folds her legs up)

Well this is going to be fun

--TO BE CONTINUED--

How did we or do we measure time,

life may be realer when we decide to get high.

If were so capable why don't we fly,

because our hands aren't wings if we try we might die.

#whysoserious

The seat next to mine was occupied by a man, ‘Jeffrey Epstien’ if I remember correctly, I was shown his picture only hours earlier. The man looked almost identical to the picture fed to me however, his wrinkles looked deeper and his eye bags bigger, like they carried shame a picture could never capture, which I suppose they did. 

“Is that your seat sweetheart?”  he looked up at me with a smile, his voice sounding nothing out of the ordinary. This scared me more than it was meant to, or maybe I was right to be scared. People like him could be people I saw everyday and I wouldn’t have a clue. That was horrifying in its right.

I nodded not trusting myself right now, wary I would give everything away if I spoke. He stood up allowing me to pass through and settle in. As he sat back down in his own seat, I felt a slight reduction in air, like I was trapped, he on the other hand hardly looked bothered, if only he knew what was waiting for him on the other side, he'd probably be feeling as panicked as i was then.

I could hardly hear the voices on the loudspeakers, talking about seatbelts and safety routines, my mind occupied by other things.

I resolved not to speak to him as the plane rose and the buildings started to look like a lego set. What do you even say to someone like that? I thought about how I could have been the next victim if we were not on our way to the end of his ways. 

The silence tortured me, especially how he would glance at me every few minutes, like he was eager to be my friend. I tried to imagine how this would have gone if i wasn't contacted by the police a few hours ago. I would have probably smiled back, started a conversation perhaps. My teacher once told me I had a ‘bedroom voice’. I was 12 and didn’t have a clue what he was talking about then. Maybe a compliment of that sort would have been thrown my way and I would have ignored it. I shivered disgust filling my entire being.

“You cold?” I whipped my head around to face him, it was the first time he had spoken since the flight had taken off. “U-um no.” I gave him a nervous smile, waving my hands like a scared chicken, I was only one of the two. 

“It’ll be no bother to lend you my jacket” he gave me a toothy smile “i'm not cold at all” 

“Im fine” my voice sounded firmer. More myself. 

“What business do you have in New york” the mundane appearance of the question shocked me in itself. I had not given thought to the fact that he acts like a sane person on the outside.

“Holiday you” i thought of my resolve, but i decided to abandon it, resolve change and as we were nearing our destination in the air seemed less dense allowing for curiosity to seep in.

“Work related, in a fashion you could say”

“What work” I knew I was prodding but...

“To be honest it’s not the usual business” his fat fingers inched over the armrest, and all my relief was gone in that instant.

“Do you really want to know??” his voice got creepy.

I let out a nervous laugh that sounded more like a hiccup if anything.

“I'm just joking, it's for a freelance deal I'm closing.”

I gave him a nod and turned back to the clouds, grateful that his hand had retreated.

Did he usually play with his food like this, poking and prodding till he was ready to eat?

I pushed away those thoughts and let us sit in silence with his occasional glance routine.

Soon enough, we had landed, the wheels came to a stop and people started to leave and against my better judgment I turned to him to ask him the questions that had been bugging me since the flight took off.

“W-was I going to be your next victim, did you ever feel guilt or shame?'' I asked. My voice was weak and somewhat foriengn.

“FBI! You are under arrest on suspicion of sexual abuse and trafficking of multiple underaged girls Anything you do or say may be used against you."

Officers stormed past me putting the man still confused and at loss of words in handcuffs. I let out a huge sigh then, but up till now I still wonder how my questions might have been answered.

Depression is hard its not something you chose it happens to the best of us.

If you think your sucidial you do need help. i can get not wanting to tell your parents some parents dont understand some dont care, you might feel like a burden. but you do need help its never okay to be totally alone. let in someone, you can start small a trusted friend, your parents, your sibling/s, a trusted adult anyone at all.

She cried diamonds,

But her hands were stained black,

For she was not pure,

With a heart made of black.

And that gleam of the light,

Had confirmed her worst of fears,

Crowds yelling and screaming,

As her essence drew near.

And she was not good,

But she was not bad,

For she understood not,

All the power she had.

And they hid from her,

As her thoughts were so loud,

And the cost of being seen,

Was the same as being found.

So the words of her lips,

Slid out like an eclipse,

And her shadows as they warped,

Let her image lie trapped.

So she still cried her diamonds,

And her hands still stained black,

To remind her, not pure,

But black still at heart.

I woke on the wrong side of the bed,

Quite literally actually, 

But i've decided the bed was on the wrong side of me,

Because it is only fair i get a win,

Not everything gets to be my fault,

The heater in my room was all the way down to ten degrees,

So as the blankets went off,

Antarctica decided to come in,

Why the visit today??

Of all days…

I just knew something was going to come next,

And im quite sure im a physic because the water running in the was ice cold,

Apparently the water heater wasn't working,

And all I kept thinking was “ohhh my lucky day!!”.

After hopping up and down in attempt to make myself a human popsicle,

I was finally done swimming with the penguins,

I can't get much worse i said to myself,

That was my mistake,

It could get much worse,

It always gets much worse,

Next, clothes…..

Clothes?? 

Ohh noo!!! Clothes,

Clothes that are still wet in the washing machine!!

Now i thought, “why am i so dumb???”.

And in my old hand-me-down jacket, zipped right up to my neck,

And the most awkward shorts ever,

I did that little tiptoe run you do when your afraid of being caught,

Zipping past all the doors in the corridor to get to the laundry room,

And wait for it..,

LOCKED!!

It was locked!!

I let out my famous strangled noise and refrained from kicking down the door,

“No, no violence does not solve your problems” i reminded myself,

i could only control my temper so much,

So i stomped back into my room, too angry to tiptoe anyways,

Now i look back i probably had smoke coming out of my ears.

Then it struck me,

I had my backups,

I always had that back up uniform for days like this,

Yes, yes, yes!!!

Then just as i slid on the uniform,

The universe decided it hated me,

No it decided it utterly despised me,

And so i know it was the universe that sent fate, no karma,

It sent karma at it's best to mess with me,

And so karma took it's bony fingers, which was in terrible need for a manicure i must say,

And gave me that dramatic push,

I slipped,

Fell,

and smashed my cream open,

Which took revenge by conveniently spreading its content all over my white shirt,

@@!!#@%!!!!!!!

The part that hurt so much was the fact that karma was meant to be my friend,

I was so enraged,

I wasn't speaking english anymore.

I stood up to asses the damage, 

It wasn't fixable,

Somehow i decided that the wall of my room had to pay for the mess that was my life,

And i drove my knuckles into the wall,

The bang echoed through my room,

I would imagine the people in the next room heard it too.

I wont say that it didn't help,

The sound of the collision,

The dent in the wall,

The tingling pain in my knuckles,

It did make me feel better for a split second,

But then i realized the “tingling in my knuckles”

was knuckles were throbbing and bleeding,

Which was fantastic,

One more reason to smile, isn't that right.

See there was a reason i did not punch things and threw or broke them instead,

My knuckles aren't four like a normal person

I have three knuckles on my right hand and two on my left,

Making the pain balance of a punch really unequal,

It was a weird quality i had come to accept,

But thats not the point,

The point was,

I didnt want to go out looking like i just came fresh from a murder scene,

Now what? i thought,

Holding my bloody hand away from from my already stained white shirt,

I decided i wasn't gonna be dracula anytime soon,

So, under my jackfrost water my hand went,

I didn't want to use the bandages i had under the sink i had for “emergencies”,

So with tissue and tape,

I was finally ready to depart,

So i said goodbye to antarctica and left my igloo,

I walked and i walked,

And my feet suddenly felt cold,

And lo and behold,

I was wearing flip flops,

UGHHHHH!!!

I'll be right backkkk…………