Four Walls



Scene Title Four Walls
Synopsis Frank has an average night.
Date March 28, 2018

Frank's Room

Frank walks into his room, locking the door behind him. His floor is hardwood, perpetually clean, as are his white walls. There's a single poster of Tiffany on the wall to his left, right above his rather plain wood dresser.


On top of the dresser are piles of books on genetics, surgical procedures, and a few Shintaro Kago art books.

He walks to his small closet, removing his rather oversized coat and hanging it up. Then he strips down to a pair of grey boxer shorts, walking to sit on the edge of his bed, reaching over to turn on the stereo next to his night stand.

Sometimes there's a time
When you must say goodbye
Though it hurts you must learn to try
I know I've got to let you go
But I know anywhere you go

You'll never be far

He sits there, staring at the floor, blinking, his blackout curtains blocking any possible light from entering his room, all he has is the single dim power saving light that rather poorly adds any particular life to his room.

Opening the drawer under the nightstand, he pulls out some salami. It's a bit dry at this point, but he starts to take half-hearted bites of it.

Cause like the light of a bright star
You'll keep shining in my life
You're gonna be right

Something catches his eye, and he starts to stare at a little mouse that's decided to crawl out from under his bed. It's a bold mouse, staring up at the doctor. So he rips pieces of salami to drop down to the floor for the animal. "I remember mice." is all he says, his eyes cold, tone exhausted. He licks his lips, licking the dryness from the chilly air away. But even his tongue is a bit dry, especially after the old salami. There's something so… tasteless about the night, about this room

Something so completely tasteless.

Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart

He suddenly swings his hand and knocks the radio to the floor, scaring the mouse back under the bed. Then he curls over, tears dripping from the cracks of his fingers.

The song on the radio changes when it hits the floor.

Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming round
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart

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