Forever Darkness (Script)

While trying to find the rest of Road Of Shattered Glass, I came across this one that I was meaning to finish. If anybody likes this one, I will continue with it. Is long but don''t let that stop you from reading please.
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Fade In
The camera focuses on the tip of a pen pressed against a sheet of paper. Slowly words begin to form. The shot changes and focuses on the eyes of a young girl who is furiously blinking back tears. The shots fades. A small voice speaks.

Elizabeth: The darkness suffocates me. It haunts my dreams and destroys my waking hours.

Fade In
The camera focuses on the tip of a pen pressed against a sheet of paper. It is apparent that the writer had written more than before. The writing is small and cursive. Almost as if the writer was afraid that somebody would find it. The shot fades while more credits roll.

Elizabeth: Words evaporate on my tongue. I scream but it goes unnoticed. The screaming is in my mind.

Fade In
A classroom is revealed with Elizabeth Walker, sixteen years of age, sitting with her back against the desk chair. Her long straw-berry blonde hair is in a careless ponytail. She is not paying attention to the young teenager reading her book report at the front of the class. Elizabeth gazes around the classroom with her bright blue eyes filled with more terror than a normal teenager should know. They are the same eyes from the start of the film.

She catches the eye of a teenage boy. He throws her a grin before going back to writing his note. He keeps his hand covering the words he had written before.

Caysie, leaning over the podium at the front of the class, suffers from a fear of public speaking. She nervously tucks a blonde strand of hair behind her ear before reading the paper in front of her so that she doesn’t have to notice the class staring at her. She doesn’t have to worry. Nobody is paying any attention to what she has to say with the exception of their teacher.

Caysie: (stammering) Alexandra Darrin Martin ...do-doesn’t...know...how...t-t-to...tell...people (takes a calming breath.) that...sh-sh-she...is be-being...abused...by...her...mother.

Elizabeth, who has not even started her report, chews nervously on the edge of her pen. She slightly jumps while shivers run down her spine when she feels a soft tapping on her back. She drops her pen on the floor and slowly turns around to come face to face with Topher Evans.

Topher has short jet black hair and light blue eyes. He hands her a note. Elizabeth takes it without saying a word. She unfolds the note as if scared about what message might contain.

The handwriting is bold and the message is underlined once in thick black ink. It reads: Where do you hide after class? You always dart off when the bell rings. Elizabeth crumples the message while tears run silently down her face. She stuffs the note in her desk and places folded arms on the desktop then moves her head on her arms.

Topher pokes Elizabeth in the back. This time Elizabeth doesn’t jump but she still seems scared while turning to face him.

Topher: Are you feeling alright?

Elizabeth: (whispering) I just have a headache.

Topher: (worried) You’ve been acting different. (reaches out to touch Elizabeth’s hand but she withdraws her hand before he can touch it.) Why do you insist on being frightened of me?

Elizabeth (taken aback) What makes you think I’m afraid of you? (still in that same whisper) We’ve known each other since preschool.

Topher: You won’t let me hold your hand anymore.

Caysie, readjusting her glasses, continues reading in her stuttering voice unable to hear the conversation going on between her two best friends. She doesn’t gaze up from her report but she is starting to realize that she is boring everybody, including their teacher, and her face turns a shade of red.

Caysie: Th-the...story-story...is...split...ap-apart...into....three...diff-different...sections (suddenly stops reading her report and turns to their teacher, Mr. Everson, who is drinking a cup of coffee and leaning against a window.) I don’t think I should continue this.

Mr. Everson allows himself to take another sip of coffee before setting the cup on the edge of the windowsill and clearing his throat. He is a beefy man with short brown hair and large boulder sized hands. He is wearing a clip on tie and what appears to be a business type of suit. He is not one to cross.

Elizabeth, unaware of what is going on in front of the class, continues her conversation with her boyfriend Topher in a hushed voice.

Elizabeth: I haven’t been having a good week is all.

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