Post by Twister on Jul 8, 2006 14:15:11 GMT -5
Where do the lines between a need and a want begin? Who decides the characteristics? Is it a convention in the capitol, a fact known by all, or does it vary from person to person? Is it something inside you that tells you? Or is it your own definition?
(A rustle is heard, accompanied by the seemingly endless abyss of darkness that is the screen. More rustles are heard, these more frantic, and accompanied by slight moans, almost quiet scream. The picture comes in suddenly to a dark room. A dark figure sits up suddenly, breathing heavily. The figure turns to his right, to turn a light on. As he turns back, we see it’s Twister. He is lying in a bed. He has no shirt on and is glistening in the light. His hair is next to drenched. He is shaking rapidly. He gets out of the bed, and he is wearing black sports shorts. He shakes his hair out. The drops of sweat can be heard landing on the floor. He goes over to the table and pulls a shirt out. It is an Alice in Chains shirt. It has some wrinkles here and there, accompanied by a crease going down the middle from where it was folded. He goes over to the table again and reaches to underneath it. He pulls a pair of black shoes. They are shown momentarily before disappearing behind the bed again, where he puts them on. He walks towards the kitchen area and picks up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he walks by. He doesn’t stop; just keeps walking. He opens the door and walks out, loosening himself out as he hits the cold air of the night. His breath can be seen immediately, and we see that we are in the same place where we first met Twister again. The same lower level houses are in the area. Twister pulls the cigarettes and lighter. He goes to light them, shaking heavily. He has troubles getting them to stay in the same spot long enough. After several attempts we can see his anxiousness as he seems to get frantic. He finally gets it to light the cigarette. He releases a huge sigh of release, and all the strain seems to melt off of him. He blows the smoke into the air, distorting the view of the vibrant moon, which is just noticed now. He sighs out of relief once again.)
Twister: God, it’s hard.
(He takes another drag of the cigarette before tossing it.)
Twister: It seems that the rules of reality are slowly being distorted. What I thought I would never need, I find myself fixated on. And what I once thought I needed is no longer important.
(He walks to the right, next to the longer part of the trailer.)
Twister: Everything carefree and exuberant is gone. I guess I had to grow up eventually. Whether it be in WCF or in a rehabilitation clinic.
(He stops before falling backwards and landing on his back on the greenish yellow grass.)
Twister: I used to be able to enjoy looking up at the sky…daydreaming.
(He takes his arms and puts them behind his head, in a relaxed manner.)
Twister: It seems I can’t enjoy anything anymore. All I feel, day and night, is pain. The pain of not getting something that I need. The feeling like I need to stick a needle in my arm. Who would think anyone would crave to do something like that?
(His arms start to jitter again; he tries to ignore them, even though they are jouncing his head a bit.)
Twister: I can’t eat, I can’t sleep; I can’t even train without craving it. Every moment is a battle that I wish I didn’t have to fight.
(His arms are really shaking now, and he finally reaches into his pocket to get another cigarette. He struggles much less this time, though still shakes a lot. He gets it lit before putting the lighter in his pocket. He takes a few drags before beginning to talk again.)
Twister: Karma wins yet again. I have the ignorance of any other person. Addiction couldn’t happen to me. I was in control. Now, one year later, hundreds of cars gone, and a livable house gone…here I am.
(He takes another puff before putting it out in the dew filled grass next to him.)
Twister: It is no longer a part of me. I am my own man, and I am deciding the laws now. I am controlling the actions.
(His talk slowly turns into a yell.)
Twister: I AM THE MASTER, NO ONE ELSE. ME. MEEE.
(The final yell echoes through the neighborhood. Twister suddenly goes limp. It seems he has passed out. The camera fades out on his unconscious body.)
(A rustle is heard, accompanied by the seemingly endless abyss of darkness that is the screen. More rustles are heard, these more frantic, and accompanied by slight moans, almost quiet scream. The picture comes in suddenly to a dark room. A dark figure sits up suddenly, breathing heavily. The figure turns to his right, to turn a light on. As he turns back, we see it’s Twister. He is lying in a bed. He has no shirt on and is glistening in the light. His hair is next to drenched. He is shaking rapidly. He gets out of the bed, and he is wearing black sports shorts. He shakes his hair out. The drops of sweat can be heard landing on the floor. He goes over to the table and pulls a shirt out. It is an Alice in Chains shirt. It has some wrinkles here and there, accompanied by a crease going down the middle from where it was folded. He goes over to the table again and reaches to underneath it. He pulls a pair of black shoes. They are shown momentarily before disappearing behind the bed again, where he puts them on. He walks towards the kitchen area and picks up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he walks by. He doesn’t stop; just keeps walking. He opens the door and walks out, loosening himself out as he hits the cold air of the night. His breath can be seen immediately, and we see that we are in the same place where we first met Twister again. The same lower level houses are in the area. Twister pulls the cigarettes and lighter. He goes to light them, shaking heavily. He has troubles getting them to stay in the same spot long enough. After several attempts we can see his anxiousness as he seems to get frantic. He finally gets it to light the cigarette. He releases a huge sigh of release, and all the strain seems to melt off of him. He blows the smoke into the air, distorting the view of the vibrant moon, which is just noticed now. He sighs out of relief once again.)
Twister: God, it’s hard.
(He takes another drag of the cigarette before tossing it.)
Twister: It seems that the rules of reality are slowly being distorted. What I thought I would never need, I find myself fixated on. And what I once thought I needed is no longer important.
(He walks to the right, next to the longer part of the trailer.)
Twister: Everything carefree and exuberant is gone. I guess I had to grow up eventually. Whether it be in WCF or in a rehabilitation clinic.
(He stops before falling backwards and landing on his back on the greenish yellow grass.)
Twister: I used to be able to enjoy looking up at the sky…daydreaming.
(He takes his arms and puts them behind his head, in a relaxed manner.)
Twister: It seems I can’t enjoy anything anymore. All I feel, day and night, is pain. The pain of not getting something that I need. The feeling like I need to stick a needle in my arm. Who would think anyone would crave to do something like that?
(His arms start to jitter again; he tries to ignore them, even though they are jouncing his head a bit.)
Twister: I can’t eat, I can’t sleep; I can’t even train without craving it. Every moment is a battle that I wish I didn’t have to fight.
(His arms are really shaking now, and he finally reaches into his pocket to get another cigarette. He struggles much less this time, though still shakes a lot. He gets it lit before putting the lighter in his pocket. He takes a few drags before beginning to talk again.)
Twister: Karma wins yet again. I have the ignorance of any other person. Addiction couldn’t happen to me. I was in control. Now, one year later, hundreds of cars gone, and a livable house gone…here I am.
(He takes another puff before putting it out in the dew filled grass next to him.)
Twister: It is no longer a part of me. I am my own man, and I am deciding the laws now. I am controlling the actions.
(His talk slowly turns into a yell.)
Twister: I AM THE MASTER, NO ONE ELSE. ME. MEEE.
(The final yell echoes through the neighborhood. Twister suddenly goes limp. It seems he has passed out. The camera fades out on his unconscious body.)
