smoke rising

[liber8]

::: The scene is set with a brown leather chair from the back, someone is sitting in it. But it is only possible to see the top of his head. In front of him sits a television. But instead of being turned on a channel, the tv shows the colored lines used in the test pattern. The person sitting in the chair reaches across and grabs from a side table a still burning cigarette. A woman with sleek black hair walks by the the chair still standing. ::

Woman: Why the fuck are you playing this stupid thing on the television. Your wasting our money on this kind if shit. Its money we dont fucking have... Get off your ass and get a job... and put down this worthless shit...

:: She slaps her hand down across the face of the person siting on the counch, his lit cigarette drops to the ground. Without so much as acknowledging her a hand comes down and picks up the cig again...::

Woman: ... ... I'm sorry honey. It's just were running out of food... I know that the injury has been hard on you.. But you've got to pull it together... (She waits a little while)... Fuck it you useless piece of shit... I'll be back...

:: The woman walks out the front door as smoke rises from the couch, behind it the figure pulls something resembling a mask onto his head... ::

Person: Once my mask is on my head I am hidden, protected, locked out from this world. I am not the same as I once was.. Or ever will be...