Opening Voice Over

Working Title: The Nightmare

(Opening Sequence)

Voice Over

Song: Girl With One Eye, Florence + Machine, from the Lungs album
The voice over is supposed to be very slow and melancholy, almost to the beat of the song. The message is from her suicide note


The story I'm about to tell is my last message to the world. By the time you get this, I will be dead. But people wouldn't understand my death without knowing my life first.

Have you ever had the feeling that you don’t know where you are when you wake up? I have it all the time. But unlike others, sometimes I don’t even know who I am. It’s all in a confusing mess.

If you looked at me from afar, you would see two very different people. Deviating in looks, social class, morals and behaviour. There is no sign of relation or proof that they ever met each other. There’s nothing that connects these two people - apart from sharing their mind.

Most people try to follow their dreams. In my case, the dream followed me. It doesn’t even sound too bad - ‘living the dream’. I never really have dreams like others, I just live in another body for a day and then it starts all over and over and over. Like a spinning top that never stops. My whole life is an endless, grey routine.

I was always jealous of others, who had more, for whom it was easier. But my dream to be someone else became a nightmare. Now I live two lives: one when I am awake and one when I'm asleep. In the morning, I don't remember clearly who I was before. All I have is fragments of memories from another life. Sometimes it seems that I am awake and I'm still dreaming.  Sometimes I'm asleep and I really live. I can't tell the difference anymore. I am a shadow of myself and a darkening doubt towers over me: am I going crazy? Or is this real?
 

Of course, I carry on as normal. Act like everybody else. Wake up, get dressed, eat, work and go out with my friends. But they don’t know. They don’t know this pain, this unbearable restlessness. Because, when everyone else goes to bed to forget their daily problems, I just face new ones.
That’s why I’m always lonely, and yet never alone. Sometimes I think of ending it. Others did it before... But a question always held me back: if I died in this body, would the other me still wake up?

I’m not even sure that there is still me. One tiny little thought haunts me all the time. I start to believe that this is all just my imagination, none of it is really real. And what proof do I have? The feeling that when I greet people they don’t recognise me. The sense that when I look in the mirror it is not me who stares back. I see only one way out.