1. INT. SMALL HOUSE, BEDROOM - DAY
The bedroom is small and in disarray. Strewn over a double bed are piles of woman’s clothes of all colours and designs. Clearly the cupboards have been emptied and dumped on the bed.
To one side there is an old crumbling chest of drawers with a huge cracked mirror above it. Before the mirror sits a thin androgynous young man, DANIEL (17), staring hopelessly at his reflection. On his face are fading bruises and a fresh splatter of blood. He wears a dress that falls lifelessly down his chest making him appear waifish and masculine. He tugs half-heartedly at the straps.
Daniel turns away from the mirror and glares at the clothes on the bed. He jumps up, seizing armfuls of the clothing and sweeping them to the floor. He continues this until the bed is entirely clear… revealing a human shape hidden under the covers.
He pulls back the doona to reveal the recently deceased pale CORPSE OF HIS MOTHER. She is wearing a black dress that has been stabbed and mutilated around the torso area.
Daniel smiles at her. He kisses her forehead before proceeding to undress her.
2. INT. SMALL HOUSE, KITCHEN - EVENING
Amongst mould and mountains of dishes, Daniel does his best to prepare a meal and set the table, not forgetting the most important thing: his father's bottle of Jack Daniels.
Daniel grins as he pulls the bottle down from the alcohol cabinet and rinses a glass. He places them both side by side on the table. He’s wearing the black dress he’d removed from his mother but it’s been tucked into a pair of jeans so it now resembled a shirt.
The microwave dings and he removes a ready meal. By the time he places the on the table, grabs and cleans a fork, his FATHER ambles into the kitchen.
Silently Father collapses into his prepared seat and cracks open the bottle of Jack Daniels, not even bothering with the glass.
Where's your mother?
She had to go out.
Father pokes at the meal, making no attempt to eat it. Daniel watches him silently.
Get out of here!
Before Daniel can leave, Father pushes the uneaten meal away and stands up. He wanders out of the room with the bottle in his hand.
Daniel clears the table and retreats back to the safety of his mother's room.
3. INT. SMALL HOUSE, BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
His Mother is staring up at him when he walks past her and returns to the vanity. She’s half uncovered, her limbs splayed.
Distracted, Daniel finds his mother’s makeup, making the effort to line his eyes in kohl, surround them with green and cover his lips in the brightest red he can find.
All the while he’s mumbling to himself (or to her) incoherently.
As if he’s spotted her disarray in the mirror, Daniel returns to his mother. He folds her arms gently across her chest, closes her mouth and caresses her eyes closed.
He pulls the doona up to her neck to cover all the unsightly stab wounds over her chest and stomach and rests her head on a pillow.
He kisses her forehead.
Be still Mother.
4. INT. SMALL HOUSE, LOUNGE - NIGHT
Daniel slinks in the doorway watching his Father who is mumbling incoherently at the TV, clearly drunk.
He fetches another bottle of alcohol from the kitchen and carries it over to his father. His father takes the bottle, pushing the mostly empty one to the floor.
As he cracks it open he looks his son up and down, trying to focus on him.
What the fuck are you doing home? You should be out making money!
Daniel's eyes narrow as he realises his father's mistake. His father grabs his arm, dragging him closer.
Daniel? What the fuck are you doing wearing your mother's stuff?
His father wrenches his son down so far he almost stumbles to the ground, but as the bottle smashes him hard across the head he goes down anyway.
I have fucking told you again and again not to do this shit!
Daniel scrambles up crawling in the broken glass and spilt alcohol. A trickle of blood runs down the side of his face.
His Father is climbing to his feet.
Daniel is thrown against the wall as his Father hisses abuse in his ear.
You want to be a bitch then I will treat you like a fucking whore!
His father's hands come up Daniel's skirt, and Daniel attempts to escape but is restrained quickly.
Daniel grins weakly as his father unbuttons his own jeans and slides Daniel’s dress up.
FADE TO BLACK.
5. INT. SMALL HOUSE, KITCHEN – NIGHT
Lit by only moonlight, Daniel sits in the dark at the kitchen table. His breathing is heavy and strained. His make up is smeared and there is dried blood caking the side of his face. His lip and cheekbone have swelled significantly and his dress is torn around the neck and left in haphazard ruins.
He is staring blankly at a bloodied knife.
6. INT. SMALL HOUSE, LOUNGE – DAY
The house is immaculately clean and Daniel sits on the sofa in front of the television pouring himself a cup of tea from a pot.
He is wearing a beautiful summer dress, his make-up applied carefully over bruising and scabs, his hair is pulled back into a scrunchie.
He is beaming.
Beside him on the couch are two Decaying Corpses, both dressed like porcelain dolls in fancy clothes and wigs with glitter and coloured make-up upon their rotted faces.
Daniel leans back into the sofa and drapes his arm around his Father. He looks at the man lovingly and reaches over to kiss him on the cheek.
FADE TO BLACK.