PREY-Script

Short Film Script Draft.
SAMANTHA MONOLOGUE: Aarr last night was a great night! I got absolutely smashed though! Hahaa, Dont think I can even remember most of it (pause) Oh no, wait, yeah i got ready at Hollie’s house which was a bit of a rush cos I’d come straight from stinking work and we had to leave by 8 for us to get to Croydon for 10, I dont know why we had to get ready at hers, shes such a spoilt brat sometimes so yeah i’m rushing TRYING to look good, still decididng what to wear when we got 10 minutes until we had to leave! Oh yeah I wore some sexy little red dress instead of the leggings and blouse in the end, it complimented my figuire more.
So yeah we left Hollie’s, my hair just puff up everywhere because of the rain I was screwing while Hollie was laughing...bitch! Then we bluddy missed the first bus so I’m sitting there in the cold, legs out and that, but the drink started kicking in, I had 2 smirnoff ice’s at mine and Hollie had a bottle of Rose she stole from her sisters bag, we downed that in turns.
When the bus finally came it was soo! Funny! We were singing ‘Black eyed peas-I got a feeling’ and you should of seen some old couples faces hahah oh and oh my god can you believe some little boy tried to grab my bum! Cheeky git! I wanted to slap him!
You should of seen the pub last night! There was loads of old men there but they were a right old laugh...I guess. One of the men said I had legs like Marylin Monroe...I felt like a queen. Well anyway, me and hollie put the ole jukebox on and danced to whatever came on. It felt like the room was spinning at one point, but it felt great!
Got to like 1 now and Hollie still wanted to stay but I’d had too much to drink and just wanted my bed, I told them I’d get the night bus but they didnt let me (angry) so stupid Hollie called up Brian and asked him for the cheapest cab service, I was just too drunk to argue.
It only took the cab about 10 minutes to come, so that was good(pause) So I said bye to Hollie and the drunken old men and stumbled outside, my feet were burning! I didnt even care I walked with no shoes on hahaha.
The cab man was actually a laugh, well I cant remember what the hell I was saying, I was just carrying away, it was the drink talking.(pause) but he didnt say a word(pause) I think he was scared of me or something(pause) He was driving some long way back to mines but I was too drunk to even notice...until this morning when I woke up on Midholm Road. I looked around me, I had no bag, no money and no shoes. What had happened? I had ladders in my tights and my cardigan was ripped. I was so confused, I couldn’t even remember what had happened really. I just sat there in silence. I didn’t know what to do, so I started to walk home. All I could remember was going out to a pub, having fun and dancing nothing else. As I was walking, people were staring at me, making me feel uneasy, like there was something wrong with me. This was at like 10 in the morning, so obviously it was all the old people having their midmorning walk, being nosy as per usual. I finally got to my house. I had no keys on me, so I had to climb over the back door and sneak through the kitchen window. Luckily my mum was at work, so she couldn’t ask any questions. I walked into my bedroom and stood infront the mirror. That’s what was wrong with me. Half of my face was covered with bruises and scratches like I had gotten into a fight. I sat down on my bed staring at myself in the mirror trying to remember what had happened. Things started to come back to me slowly, getting ready at Hollie’s , then going into the pub, then eventually coming out, and...and going into a cab. The thing is, oh yeah, Brian got the cab for me. Then I got into the cab, and I think I must of been talking to the cab driver because I do sort of remember there being an awkward silence..which wasn’t my fault. What is confusing me, is that I woke up on a different road. Hmm, maybe. But no. I do remember my clothes being ripped and me being robbed. But its not like I was asking it from anyone its just, I mean...maybe I gave the cab driver the wrong idea. I just spoke to him, nothing else. Now I can kind of remember him trying to take down my clothes, forcing me to get naked infront of him. Woahhh ok this is weird, because now im just not remembering anything else apart from being pushed out of a car with nothing. (silence) I don’t really think the cab driver realised why I was so upset, but then again now I’m thinking fuck it! Shit happens and it definitely happens to me.