(Click, hum, buzz. The camera turns on, a girl staring down through a filter of static and shaking for a few moments before: click. It’s off again. Click, hum, buzz. The girl is back, quickly opening her mouth to cough out anything at all before the fragility of the recording catches up to her.)
Hi mom-
(She shudders to a stop. She paces over to a soft light in the corner of the room which illuminates her dirty, blood caked face and the peeling motel wall behind it.)
Hi-
(Tears well up in the corner of her eyes. Click.)
Video 2.