Pictures flash on screen of MYRA in her teenage years. Most are pictures of friends, birthday parties, beach trips, a few pictures of her family, but none of her mother. These are somewhat recent pictures, maybe taken a few months ago; none of these could be anymore than a year old. She appears to be happy and healthy.

FADE IN

INT. MYRA ’S ROOM

MYRA enters into a somewhat dark room that appears to be the room of a young girl in her late teens. It is sometime in the afternoon. She seems to be in a frantic rush for something. Picture flashes on the screen of her as a young girl, with a bright sunny background and a beaming smile. Camera cutes back to her room. She throws her book bag onto her bed then begins to look through it. She pulls out a baggie full of crystal shards and sets it down carefully. Another picture flashes of her as a baby and her mother. Camera stays on this picture for a moment emphasizing this picture. Camera goes back to Myra in present time. She then begins to look around, through drawers trying to look for something else.

MYRA
(suddenly stops)
God damn it. Knew I shoulda never let her
borrow my shit.

Myra goes back to her back pack and finds her phone. She dials her friends number, and anticipates the ring. Theres a pause. It rings 4 times before another girl picks up.

SHANA
(can only her her voice on the other line)
H’llo.

MYRA
Ey. What you doing right now.

SHANA
Who’s this?

MYRA
Myra , no shit. Ey I need a hook up right now. I haven’t
smoked since this morning with your punk ass.But yea,
since I let you take my pipe I think you should smoke me
out ya know.

SHANA
I told you I was gonna give you hella grams tomarrow.
Why you hitting me up ta smoke when you could
be hitting up other people.

MYRA
Shana, what the hell is wrong with you. I helped
you out, but its too hard for you to help
out any one else, huh? Lemme know if that’s
how you feel cause we can handle it.

SHANA
Alright. Shit. Come through then.

Myra hangs up the phone. Puts on a jacket and then walks out the door.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT. OUTSIDE OF APARTMENTS

Shows MYRA walking into the apartment complex. Then camera shows her feet going up stairs. A door is presented to the screen reading apartment number“237”. Myra knocks on the door, loud enough so she knows that they had heard her inside. Door opens to reveal SHANA standing right there.

MYRA
as she walks in uninvited; sarcastically)
Hey girl how you been.

Camera shows disgusted face Shana makes behind Myra ’s back as she walks in

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. INSIDE SHANA’S APARTMENT

MYRA is seated on the couch rubbing her hands together very anxious. SHANA comes out of the back room, one fist clenched because she’s holding something. She has a meth pipe in the other hand. Shana sits down oppostite of Myra . Camera is over her shoulder so that you cant see exactly what she’s doing, but can see that she’s moving her hands around, loading up a bowl.

SHANA
(Speaking down, nonchalantly, looking at what shes doing and not paying attention to Myra at all) I really don’t know why you came up in here acting like I owe you my life and you’re queen shit, fucking untouchable bitch.

Myra looks up at Shana, bug eyed and completely shocked about whats coming out of
Shana’s mouth.

MYRA
Whaaaat…. Wow. You got balls you know that.

SHANA
(still speaking nonchalantly, but not looking at Myra ) Im telling you that isn’t cool and I’m not going to put up with you petty ass shit. Look at you. All strung out suburban bitch that HAD everything but now aint nothing but a no good piece of scum tweeker.

MYRA
Well what the fuck. What about you. You’re way more strung out on this shit than I am and you’re trying to put me on the spot. All you do all day is sit around waiting for someone to come by to hook it up.

SHANA
At least I accepted the fact that I don’t got no life. Im dead. I know that. Its why I don’t give a fuck anymore. But this has been my life. This has been around my since I was kid. I knew I was gonna end up like this since I was 11 years old. But see. That’s different than a sorry ass meth whore who woulda had a perfect life but no. Your dumbass gave it up and for what.

MYRA
(Very annoyed and ampted up) O fu…

Myra gets up and gives Shana a clean shot to the jaw. Shana falls over from where she
was sitting. Before Shana can even get up Myra continues punching her on the floor.
After a few punches Myra grabs the pipe from Shana and snatches the bag Shana had
in her hand and hurridly walks out the door.

FADE OUT

BLACK SCREEN and then you see someone light a black lighter. Flame goes from upper left corner to lower right corner/side of screen. You hear someone inhale and then exhale. Smoke billows onto the screen.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT. ON THE STREETS; NIGHTIME

MYRA walks around aimlessly but still at a fast pace because she just smoked the meth she stole from SHANA. As she passes people, she gives out nods, acknowledging the people that she recognizes as she passes by them. She gazes across the street as she turns the corner of the block. She then runs into a big man wearing a coat.

DRE
Woah little darling. Where do you think your
going in such a hurry?

Myra looks up to what is an unfamiliar face. She seems puzzled for a minute.

MYRA
Who the hell are you?

DRE
O baby. You don’t know who I am? Please
Honey, allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Daddy Dre. Now tell me baby
What’s wrong. You look all shook up.

MYRA
(snikers) Daddy Dre huh? And why they call
you that?

DRE
Now now little girl. (takes a step
towards her) I don’t think you
know really who you’re talking to. Now
if I were you I wouldn’t be running
around askin questions and disrespecting
people you don’t know.

MYRA
Yea?

DRE
Yea. So once again, I ask, what
are you doin out so late girl.

MYRA
Just walking. Trying ta find out
what’s going on with some people I know
out here, trying ta get some more ice. You
know how it is.

DRE
Some pookie ey? O so you’re one em those.
It’s all good girl. Gotta get your energy some way.
Hey tell you what. Come back ‘round this way.

Myra and Dre walk around a large building to the back where its covered and they wouldn’t be bothered.

DRE
You got a pizzle?

MYRA
(Goes into her pocket) Yea right here.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT. SAME LOT MYRA AND DRE WERE IN, ONLY SOME TIME HAS PASSED

Camera is at a different angle, a little far away so you can see both MYRA and DRE. Myra begins to walk away.

DRE
Damn girl. Honey, where do you think
you’re going.

MYRA
We’re done smoking right?

DRE
Yes we are done with smoking. But baby,
I ain’t done with you quite just yet.

Dre walks towards her and grabs her by the arm and pulls her back to their little spot where they were smoking so again, no one out see them. Dre begins to rip off her jack and starts to undo her pants.

MYRA
(in a scared, high pitched voice) What are you doing?!
Stop it. STOP IT! I didn’t tell you I’d do this. Get off me!
Myra tries to defend herself but Dre is too big for him to even feel her punches.

DRE
Babycakes I thought you knew. This is Daddy Dre
right here. You don’t have to be scared. Look at it
this way, I did you a favor, now its time
for me to collect mine.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. MYRAS ROOM. SAME NIGHT

MYRA walks into her room dragging her feet. Her face looks swollen but greasy strands of hair are covering her face. She closes the door and goes to her closet and pulls out a box with rose patterns on it. She sits down in front of a mirror but doesn’t bother to look at her face, she’s preoccupied by what she knows is withheld in this box. She opens it slowly to reveal contents. There are a few pictures, letters, cards, pieces of cloth, all revealed as she sifts through it. She pulls out a fancy looking pamphlet. It reads to be the pamphlet handed out at her mothers wake. She then pulls out a braided lock of hair, the same color as her hair. She then finds the pictures of her as a little girl, so vibrant and lively. She then pulls out from behind that picture the picture of her and her mother when she was a baby. She pulls her hair away from her face as tears roll down her cheek. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and does a double-take. Myra just sits there, looking at herself and what she had done. Skinny face, black and blue, swollen, broken smile, sunken eyes… its as if she were looking at herself for the first time. She just sits there, in awe. She reaches over on top of her dresser where she had left her baggie earlier that day and gets the pipe out of her pocket. She begins to smoke in front of the mirror so she can see herself.

Camera begins to FADE OUT

Just before it fades out too much, Myra throws her pipe against the mirror and there is the sound of glass breaking.

BLACK SCREEN

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