Rotzi

FADE IN. A girl is seen putting on make-up in a tidy bathroom. She accents the black eye shadow with a touch of light blue. Her eyes are darkly kohl-line while her face is powder white. Her nails are painted black, but the paint is chipped. ZOOM OUT. She is dressed in a pair of worn black jeans and a form fitting sleeveless shirt with TOKYO written in blue glitter that matches her hair. A wide banded leather watch silently ticks away the seconds on her left wrist. The other arm is covered with a makeshift glove of blue fishnets. As she puts her blue lipstick in her purse the sound of breaking glass is heard. She sprays her J-pop inspired hai

Love me. Touch me. Need me. Want me. These are the things a girl likes to hear – It can be among the things she holds most dear. To feel loved and wanted as well Can save someone from a living hell. Being alone, take it from me, Is far worse than death could ever be. Scare me. Chill me. Pierce me. Kill me. I would rather be any one of these Than all alone crying on my knees All alone in the night Knowing that I'll never feel right. Alone I stumble about Until I fall deep enough and I can't get out. Grasp me. Hold me. Help me. Save me. Spiraling down in my despair Going in deeper, thinking no one will care… Then