(The camera turns on again. The nervous girl appears fully formed in a bathroom mirror, miserable and confused. Trapped where she cannot hide from the image, her body shakes and paces while her black bob and clean cut bangs tangle around her face and neck, slick with sweat. Her pupils spiral around with worry but her mouth is invisible when she stops to lean against the door and finally begins to speak)
Hi. If we never see each other again… I want you to know what happened. I’m not sure how I got here… where she drove us. Gloria I mean. She’s here too. But I wanted to close things up at least to a camera even if I’m not sure how to get it to you right now…
It’s not that I think I owe you this but, what else am I supposed to do? I just need- I need to give this to you. You- you really owe me. I never raised my voice, even when I really really wanted to. It builds up in my chest you know, it’s been eating away at me these past few days especially.
Everything’s been getting… harder. We’re hungry, we don’t have a lot of cash and we don’t know the pin for this debit card. But it’s also just. Well, everybody hates me. Even Gloria. She’s doing everything right. If somebody catches us it’ll be cuz I start crying all of a sudden again, get people all worried until they look down at my huddled body and realize it’s full of a rot that’s been seeping in for years and years and years.
Video 3.