2017, Spring
Marie and Evelyn sit on the rooftop of their hotel, sharing a bottle of whiskey, alone.
A draft begins, as it always does, a conversation starter of nonsense neither girls care too much about. Speak of nails and grades, hair and boys.
“Do you remember that one time, back home, when we stole a bottle of whiskey from that gas station and sat in an alley laughing about it?” Marie ...
September 19, 2004
New York. I’m finally here. Four years of high school, four years of convincing my parents I’m not insane for wanting to peruse acting. “It’s not realistic, David.” “You need to have a real job David, it won’t pay.” They haven’t supported my decision, but it’s not theirs to make. I’m an artist, full and through. I have an audition tomorrow morning. An indie film, about a teenage...
“Look at me! I need you to listen!” My pulse is pounding through my veins. I can’t focus on anything but the blood pumping through me. I can feel it: in my arms, and my thighs, my heart. “Look at me, you monster!” My ears attempt to listen, but the silence is so loud it blocks out his noise. I know he’s in front of me, but I can’t see him. “Where is he, David? Where is he?” I sense a hint of despe...
