An entirely white room. No chairs. Just a small table. That, too, is white.
PUNK ROCK CHICK stands across from PUNK ROCK DUDE.
Silverstein’s “Bleeds No More” loudly in the background.
PUNK ROCK CHICK lunges at PUNK ROCK DUDE from across the table. She grabs at his chest, digs her hand in deep and pulls his heart out. Blood falls from his chest.
PUNK ROCK DUDE finds a corner and starts crying.
PUNK ROCK CHICK takes PUNK ROCK DUDE’s heart, looks at it, slams it down on the table. She pulls out a knife from in between her breasts.
She licks the knife in full view of PUNK ROCK DUDE, then starts slicing his heart into small, thin pieces.
When she’s finished slicing his heart, she slides the knife along her wrists and blood starts to slowly trickle out. She creates a small path of blood along the room before she finds a corner and starts crying.
PUNK ROCK DUDE stands up, walks to the table, looks at his heart. He pulls out a small sewing kit from his pocket and begins to sew his heart back together.
When he’s finished, he sticks his heart back into his chest. He turns around to look at PUNK ROCK CHICK.
He walks over to her, throws the sewing kit down to her.
