ANIMAL

By Jet

INT. SARAHS ROOM - DAWN

An empty room, small tattered clothes lay strewn on the floor. Old blood  dried and cracked stains various areas. The moonlight dances trough the windows and dust. Everything glows  as if present. Brighter it glows  still bright then we--

FADE OUT. 

EXT. HILL PARK - NIGHT

A park lays in a cloud  of fog  dark empty, and eerie both silent and loud with dark life. We move along the ground hovering a few feet the fog moving with us. We continue passing the dead leaves  green burned grass gliding. We come to an abrupt stop, the body of a young girl she is dead. This is Mary (17) her eyes open sadness washed over them and we cant help but feel remorse and love for this girl. Her mouth is crooked open dried blood staining her pretty cheek. Her hair lays spread out like a long bright web of brown hair.

We move closer to her hazel eyes captivating , so close we could kiss her if we tried but her eyes now all we see as they close and open finally staying shut.

EXT. HIGHLAND CEMETERY - MORNING

People dressed as all do for the funerals. This one no different people cry  others stay without motionless there to comfort and console. The coffin begins to be lowered into the grave, more cries louder still from those not yet ready to let go.

CUT TO: HALLWAY

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Darkness surrounds us bare shadow if anything is all we are able to see. A silhouette is visible in front of us. A loud rumbling begins from  somewhere above our head as it works its way almost on top of us but somehow misses to stop in front of us.

DING!!

We hear a loud chime then we are engulfed in a white light that emits just as two doors slide open  unable to see we are surrounded in the  blinding harsh light.

ELEVATOR MAN
o.s
Name please? Your name please?

Mary
o.s
(confused)
Mary….Mary Firefly.

ELEVATOR MAN
Ah! Yes
(beat)
Mary number 33146. Mary Firefly age 17. Status
Unknown.

With those last words the doors slide shut and once again we are thrown back into the darkness from whence we came. A huge buzzing rings in our ears as the huge machine moves.

EXT. HIGLAND GRAVEYARD - DAY cont.

CLOSE ON: COFFIN 
It continues to be lowered and a faint sound of machinery can be heard. Two red penlights stare back up at us as we

FADE OUT.

RING ANNOUNCER
v.o
Ladies and gentlemen a memoir from the life
Of our shining firefly.