14. Liquid - Leslie

FADE IN:

INT. BATHROOM - DAY

EVANGELINE lies still in a bathtub, her body submerged.

She is fully dressed, in a red skirt, and dark tank top. Her arms are folded over her stomach.

An occasional air bubble floats from her lips to the surface of the water.

Evangeline’s hair bobs at the edge of water and air.

AMY runs into the room and drags her from the water.

Evangeline opens her eyes, and lets out a small breath.

EVANGELINE
I'm fine.

AMY
No you're not. You can’t keep doing this!
You’re going to drown and scar me for life.

Evangeline shakes her head seriously.

EVANGELINE
I’m fine, I just wanted to see them again.
I can see them better this way.

AMY
You have to keep taking the meds Ev.

EVANGELINE

Please, I’m fine, I don’t...

AMY
You do need them Ev, you see things...you’re not suppose to see things
...well I mean, other than the things you’re supposed to see.

EVANGELINE
Clear as mud.

AMY
You know what I mean.

EVANGELINE
Just because you can’t see them, or won’t admit to
seeing them doesn’t mean they aren’t real.

AMY
I don’t see anything. Come on.

She picks Evangeline’s small frame from the bath and wraps her in a towel.

EVANGELINE
Please?

Amy ignores her, leading her out of the room.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Evangeline sits at a small round table, a half empty glass in front of her.

An orange prescription-pill tube sits open by the glass.

She stares blankly at the yellowed wall in front of her.

Amy putters around the crowded kitchen, arranging dirty dishes in the sink.

Strange patchwork fish swim in the glass, glittering, their bulbous eyes studying Evangeline.

A small, semi-transparent tree sprite sits at the edge of the glass, a flurry of green occupying multiple dimensions all at once.

It waves to Evangeline, but she continues staring into emptiness, unable to see.

FADE TO MAUVE.