[Narrative] Her.

The erratic sadness screamed from the oceans of pain planted in her eyes, each wave portraying a different story. Some showed happiness, some showed sadness but mostly the waves turned into raging tides full of hatred and regret. Her eyes shattered the hearts that got given to her by the sole purpose of her beauty, strangling the happiness that stands before her.

If only she could see how beautiful she is but those raging tides prevent her from seeing clearly.

Did I cause her to feel dark emotions that her petite body should never feel?

Did I cause her to hurt?

Pain. It is a particular emotion. The poor broken girl standing before me has freckles for holes from the bullets of harsh words. Why are people so wretched and cruel? They shoot her over and over again as the bullets of their words pierce her delicate face. Pain. This is what pain is.

But what if those 'people' I speak of, are actually me?

What if I'm the one shooting her over and over again?

What if I'm the problem?

But I'm not.

I know I'm not.

Because...

The smile of an angel is the smile she gives me, her sun is too bright to muster. She sheds light into my darkness and her smiles are the plasters she puts over my wounds. Her light kills my demons from the past but I feel bad. I feel bad because I don't think my smile kill hers.

Maybe that's the issue.

NOTE FROM DIRECTOR: DO NOT SAY REFERENCE LINE.

*Reference line - 

Kyle: Jesus kid, are you okay?*

[In pain, sick, sarcastic] Yes, I'm great, just a ray of sunshine me.

[Angry, upset, irritated] All I want to do is kick and scream like a child. It isn't fair. What gives him the damn right to prance around here like he owns the place? What gives him the right to destroy any kind of freedom I have over something as little as puking. It's not even a big deal but of course, King Kyle makes it one.

I hate him with everything I have.

And that's when I snap.

I start throwing things at the glass, breaking anything I can. Everything falls apart and tears or smashes, the closet, the bedsheets, the books. I ruin everything just like they ruined my life, who I am and my heart.

They're breaking me down little by little and I can't cope with it.

How can you?

I continue throwing things and breaking anything I can until there's nothing left for me to break apart from Asterin's book she gave me. That's one thing I refuse to ruin.

NOTE FROM DIRECTOR: Please do these five things after saying these lines.

- Scream in pain

- Cry out of anger and yell Screw you

- Scream out of anger

- Laugh

- Make argh, ah etc pain noises as if getting stabbed.