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essays, short fiction, and screenplays. all sorts of ways to find out where i go off to.
Behind the Wall
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Two boys, Iioru and Hen, lose their father in what appears to be a tragic accident. With much doubt and a distraught single mother, the boys have to fend for themselves in spite of their differences.
INT. 21 DARN STREET - APARTMENT 2A - LIVING ROOM / KITCHEN
What's the point of an apartment when all a person can see is
a few faces and a wall?
IIORU (11) stares up and breathes rhythmically. His eyes are
large and his frighteningly dark hair is tangled in sweat.
The blood on his face inches down slowly like the run of a
marker pressed firm on thick paper.
HEN (12), his brother, sits up from the carpet, lifting
himself with the hand holding the gun. His hair is a mess
and black sickles hang below his eyes. He's crying, but
clean.
While Iioru is small for his age and Hen large, their faces
still approximate one another's.
HEN
(scared)
You wanted it too...
Iioru doesn't respond.
HEN (CONT'D)
You made this, not me. You did
this.
Iioru stands up and walks across the gray apartment, his left
leg limping slightly. He steps over the lifeless body of a
woman, her face melting into the carpet. His foot lands
carelessly on a finger as he approaches Hen. Iioru's head
reaches Hen's shoulders.
Their eyes meet. Iioru's hand takes his brother's and pulls
it to his chest. The barrel of the gun kisses Iioru's
sweatshirt and stares straight and forward with no resolve.
IIORU
Shoot me here, then.
Iioru moves the gun up to his left temple.
IIORU (CONT'D)
No, here. This is better. You
won't mess up here.
Hen's finger wobbles on around the gun.
IIORU (CONT'D)
Don't shake. Move back to the door
with me.
Iioru guides Hen backwards into the door. Hen jumps as his
back slams into it.
IIORU (CONT'D)
So you say that I shot mom, came
for you, and you took the gun from
me. Actually...
Iioru moves the gun back down to his heart.
IIORU (CONT'D)
This is more likely...and more
appropriate.
HEN
Do I wipe it off?
IIORU
No.
HEN
What about what I did to you?
IIORU
Only we know about it. All you
need to decide is whose life is
more important: yours or mine.
Iioru pulls the gun close to his chest.
HEN
I know you matter more...
Hen's finger begins to pull back on the trigger.
HEN (CONT'D)
...but I'm...
Iioru breathes in, closes his eyes, and smiles.
