The End of Voyeur

Part One - Brian

I clung, I dug in my nails, but that just drove him away. I tried to be normal, to act cool, but it was too late. I couldn’t act in the face of losing what my whole life revolved around. It was too hard. Desperation conquered me.

It was all that whore Debra’s fault. She was the wedge. She should have just stayed away. I warned her plenty. She didn’t listen, so she paid for it.

Then Tommy, the betrayer, gets in my face and hits me. Why couldn’t he see that I needed him more than Debra ever could? That what we had was important. It all got too much. I hit him back. We bled. He could have killed me, he stood over me with a baseball bat. He should have. It would have been an act of mercy. I couldn’t live alone.

I had a... a bro–...

He was important, you know? Everything... Lost. Fuck!

I’d lived with no guilt. Just his bloody clock to remind me–

Now I can’t even look at it. He’d be so ashamed. I didn’t...

I just didn’t.

And I’m not going to. Ever.

Cos this is it.

Hollywood

Out of fear of not posting for a month, here's a scence from my short script that has many a lacklustre working title.

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The video CUTS TO:

INT. KYLE'S BEDROOM, DAY.

Kyle is sitting on his desk chair and leaning forward. He tenses his biceps for a second and laughs.

KYLE (to camera)

So those are two of my exercise tips. I feel like I could lift a horse. Well maybe not a horse. Perhaps a pony. A small baby pony... Good luck to you all in your exercising endeavours. And remember to tell your friends ‘bout me. Catch.

As the video ends the camera zooms into the computer screen and EMERGES WITHIN:

INT. KYLE'S BEDROOM, DAY.

Kyle is sitting silently, staring into space. He shuts down his computer and looks at a photo frame also on his desk. It shows a picture of Kyle with his arm around the shoulder of a younger teenager boy. He sighs.

Kyle gets up and walks over to his wall calendar, where he puts a tick next to “99^th video blog” within the 10^th square of March. Within the 12^th square of March is simply written “One Year”.