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Suicide Solution
By A. Monroe
Copyright 2002 A. Monroe

FADE IN

INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING

On the floor under the window is a broken picture of TWO GIRLS. They 
are the total opposite of each other. One is pretty and blonde. The 
other - short, dyed black hair.

The black haired girl, SELMA, is seated on the couch with her back to 
the window. 

Selma is holding a large kitchen knife to her throat.

She is a little older then the picture indicates. She's no more then 23 
- pretty, in a weird way.

Her eye's are red with tears as she holds the knife tighter to her 
throat.

She can't do it.
Selma slowly moves the knife down to her wrist. On her neck is scars 
from past attempts. She also has a couple of scars on her arm and 
wrist.

Selma holds the knife tight in her hand and presses it against her 
wrist - not too hard though. After a beat she finally gives in.
Frustrated, Selma takes the knife and glides it across her stomach - 
making a small, harmless cut.

The ALARM CLOCK RINGS! It's 10 o'clock. 

Selma drops the knife to the floor and wipes away her tears.

INT. BATHROOM 

Selma stands at the sink brushing her teeth. She turns on the shower.

LATER

Selma bathes under the hot water. The knife cut on her stomach still 
bleeds.

INT. BEDROOM

Selma bandages up her cut, then continues to put on her clothes.
She dresses in all black - no make-up. Conservative.

INT. KITCHEN

Selma opens the refrigerator - nothing but the bright refrigerator 
light. She slams the door in disgust.

The sink is full of dishes and the apartment is messy. Selma grabs her 
keys and heads for the door.

INT. CAR – MOVING

Selma drives an old, broken-down Ford Tauris. She reaches for a box of 
cigarettes on the dashboard and lights one up.  

                    SELMA (V.O.)
          All I have is an apartment, car and a friend.
          I have no prospects. I have no future. I have 
          no loved ones. Life is good right?

INT. FUNERAL PARLOR - MORNING

Selma is seated in the back row. All the rows between her and the first 
3 rows are empty. 

Her eye's are glued on the front row where an OLDER BLONDE WOMEN is 
crying hysterically. 

                    SELMA (V.O.)
          I hate funeral's.

Selma catches eyes with a HANDSOME MAN seated in the third row. He 
gives her a warm smile. She gives him a look that could kill.

                    SELMA (V.O.)
          That's my best friends fiancee'. What an 
          asshole. I told her not to marry him, but...

INT. FUNERAL PARLOR - LATER

People are lined up to view the body.

The Older Blonde Women passes by the casket and kisses the DEAD GIRL on 
the forehead.

Selma is next on line. She looks down at the body with a blank face.
Inside the casket is the blonde girl from the picture. Her face is a 
pale white. She looks like an angel.

                    SELMA (V.O.)
          This is Blair ....bitch! I hate her. 
          Sometimes it seemed like she was doing me 
          a favor ....you know, being friends and 
          all. What gives her the right to commit suicide 
          before me? Just because she had this perfect 
          storybook life and my life is shit - I should be 
          the one in this casket. Of course I wouldn't have 
          gotten this kind of turn out.

Selma leans in a little closer to Blair and touches her hair. Selma 
draws her hand back quickly.

                    SELMA
          I just wanted to see what death felt 
          like. I guess she was the lucky one.
                (pause)
          Could you imagine, coming home one night to 
          see your fiancee getting head from a seventeen 
          year old high school student? Blair called me that night. 
          Told me everything that happened. I never thought it would 
          come to this. She was always the stronger one. What 
          gave her the courage to do it? At least she had initiative 
          to get it done.

Selma moves on.

INT. HOUSE - DAY

There's a gathering at the house after the funeral. Everyone is quite - 
off in their own little world. 

Selma sits by herself off in the corner. She gets a good look at 
everyone - their somber attitudes - like death took a piece of them 
too.

Selma finally understands the affect that suicide has on loved one's. 
She get's up to leave and bumps into the Older Blonde Women - MRS. 
WATERS.

                    MRS. WATERS
          Selma, glad you can come.

                    SELMA
          No prob ...lem. No problem.

Selma's a little uncomfortable talking to her friends mother.

                    MRS. WATERS
          Blair used to tell me what a good friend you 
          are to her. It happened so unexpectedly.

                    SELMA
          Yeah.

                    MRS. WATERS
          Did she tell you something - anything that might 
          have given a clue?

                    SELMA
          No.
              (thinking to herself)
          Not that I can remember Mrs. Waters. Everything 
          seemed fine.

Mrs. Waters looks disappointed. Selma notices and puts her hand on Mrs. 
Waters shoulder.

                    MRS. WATERS
          I want to give you something.

Mrs. Waters reaches in her pocket and pulls out a silver locket. She 
hands it to Selma.

                    SELMA
          What's this?

                    MRS. WATERS
          It's Blair's. I know she'd want you to have it.

Selma opens the locket.

INSERT - LOCKET

The same picture of the two of them that Selma has in her apartment.
Selma begins to tear up for the first time.

                    SELMA
          Excuse me.

INT. BATHROOM - CONT'D

Selma locks the bathroom door behind her and throws up in the sink. 

She looks at herself in the mirror, puke still fresh on her mouth.

Selma eyes a bottle of pills inside the half opened cabinet. She grabs 
them and exits the bathroom quickly.

INT. CAR - MOVING

Selma eye's the pills on the passenger seat as she moves in and out of 
the traffic.

                    SELMA
          A friend. A fucking apartment. A fucking 
          house. Who needs it? Who the fuck needs it!

She grabs the bottle and throws it out the window.

INT. CAR - MOVING - PIER

Selma heads down the abandon pier toward the water with a determined 
look on her face.

She gets closer to the edge of the pier then slams on her brakes! The 
car skids to a stop a few inches from the edge. 

Selma slams her hand on the steering wheel in disgust. She gets out the 
car.

Selma walks to the edge of the pier and looks into the water. She 
reaches in her pocket and pulls out Blair's locket. 

She looks at the picture again. A smile comes over her face. Selma puts 
the necklace on.

                    SELMA
          I guess I'm the lucky one.

Selma wipes away tears of joy when her car slides off the edge of the 
pier and into the water.

THE END

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