CHRISTINE
The studio lights were bright, as bright as the lovely summer sun. However bright and lovely, she didn't feel any of it on her skin as she smiled which was unusual and made her way through those glass doors, bag in hand.
Not long now, not long at all until the sun outside and the bright lights inside wouldn't matter anymore. One less thing for her to think about she thought uncertain what her mother would say to that. Doesn't matter. Nothing mattered.
1, 2, 3...cameras rolling, sound, and story about a robbery in the wonderful and quiet neighborhood. Pause. No tape...freeze frame and her mind is made up. She stared dead center into the cameras and uttered her last words..."attempted suicide." The cold steel like a ray of hope and the bridge to salvation as her right hand was calmly pressing it into her palm. A moment, a breath, a sound and then instant pain before the lights and her world are forgotten. Bleak. Bleak. Bleak. Peace.