October 8th, 2006

Girls in white dresses...

  • Oct. 8th, 2006 at 2:23 PM
lu: (Shane and Jenny)
INT. - JENNY AND SHANE'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY

[Shane opens the bathroom door.]

Shane: Jen?

[Shane stops cold. Jenny is sitting on the bathroom floor, using the razor blade to cut up her legs. Her thighs are covered in blood.]

Shane: Jenny!

[Shane closes the door and immediately kneels next to Jenny and firmly but carefully takes her hand. She tries to take the razor away.]

Shane: Let it go.

[Jenny lets go of the razor. Shane sets it on the sink, then grabs a towel and carefully lays it on top of one of Jenny's bleeding thighs.]

Shane: It's all right, Jenny. Honey... Jenny...

[Jenny starts to sob. Shane wraps and arm around her and holds her.]

Shane: Alright.

[Jenny cries hard against Shane's shoulder.]

Shane: We're going to get you help. We'll get you help, okay?

[Jenny nods, then pulls back from the embrace, sniffling.]

Jenny: I need help... don't I? (uneasy chuckling) I'm really fucked up.

[Jenny sniffles.]

Shane: We'll get you help.

[Jenny nods.]

Shane: Alright?

[Jenny nods.]

Jenny: Okay.

[Jenny pulls the towel off her bleeding thigh and gawps at her leg.]

Shane: No...

[With most of the blood gone, we can see several long, angry red gashes in her leg, many of them on top of each other. Shane takes the towel away from Jenny, folds it again, and puts it back down on the wounds.]

Shane: I think I'll leave it to stop the bleeding.

[Jenny leans forward and puts her face in her hands. Shane pets her hair]

Jenny: Oh, fuck. (shaking head) Oh, fuck. (sniffling) Ugh.

[Shane hugs Jenny again. Jenny breathes deeply, and starts to cry again.]

Shane: Want to hear some good news?

Jenny: (uneasy laughter) What? What?

Shane: Tina had her baby.

Jenny: She did?

Shane: Mm-hmm.

Jenny: No.

Shane: Mm-hmm.

[Jenny laughs quietly, crying.]

Jenny: Are you serious?

Shane: (nodding) She had a little baby girl.

Jenny: Oh, my God. Is she okay?

Shane: Mm-hmm.

[Jenny is laughing and crying.]

Jenny: That's beautiful... (nodding) that's great. Oh, my God, I'm so... Oh... (chuckling) come here.

[Jenny hugs Shane, laughing.]






















...And that's how much Shane loves Jenny.

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