The hospital voice box chimes with a woman’s voice,
“Calling Dr. Monaham…please report to ICU 120, calling Dr. Monaham..” The sound of a squeaky pushcart can be heard in the distance growing with intensity as the cart peers into eyesight from around the corner. Amy sits with her legs side by side and uncoordinatedly taps her feet in suspense. Amy, with her head slightly tilted downward and eye’s glued to the floor, is startled at first by a nurse’s uninvited hand protruding into her space. With mini Dixie cup in palm, the nurse gives Amy a pill and water cup. The nurse councils Amy on the precautions and side effects of the morning after pill as we hear footsteps and a cart rolling away in the distance. The nurse’s voice reverberates in her ears and through out her mind,
“Side effect include nausea, vomiting, and excessive bleeding…take it easy for a couple days and you should feel better after that.” It does sound a little excruciating but not as much as nine months of this.” As Amy shifts her glance upward and takes the pill, the external sounds of the hospital room begin to fade as her internal sounds magnify; the dryness in her mouth, her breath scratching against her throat, and gulps of saliva sliding down her throat to quench the burning desire to cry inside. A soothing mother's voice is heard comforting her baby. Sudden cycles of black spots blur her vision. She rubs her head and eyes as voices invade her thoughts. Harsh words spoken by an older woman’s voice is heard:
“ I could've aborded you, but I didn't." Amy lifts her head and exhales out deeply.
Across from the women’s doctor’s office, Amy sits in anticipation of a very delayed bus. A punk rock girl about the same age is standing beside the bus bench. She smokes, using a crumpled zine as her ashtray. She inhales her last toke as she smashes the butt of her cigarette into the pamphlet. No one knows what Amy has done but she perceives the whole world as if they were commenting on her actions. Although the woman standing near her isn't saying anything at all, Amy hears,
“Women should be in your face, crass as fucking is just plain fucking; just because a thirteen year old girl bleeds every month does it mean she should be handed a mop and a diaper full of baby shit? What if she's too selfish to raise kids and husbands? Right now she's just stuck on whether or not to respect her daddy…"
While Amy is hearing all of this, the girl proceeds to blow the ashes into the air and toss the paper onto the bench and walk away.
ACT I/ SCENE II
EXT/DAY- APARTMENT (DREAM SEQUENCE)
A mother looks down at a little girl. She fixes the bow in her hair and tells her:
“ Knock on the door and when he opens the door, tell him that you are his daughter” The little girl grips the cold iron side railing as she walks up the stone stairs of the apartment. She stops half way up, turns around and sits down with a hole in the knee of her stockings. The mother runs up and pushes her to keep walking up the stairs. But the little girl is scared and runs away crying.
Amy’s eyes flutter open as she awakens from deep sleep. Confused and tired, she looks around the room and reaches for the lamp switch near her bed. She pulls her hand from under the covers and is stunned by the deep red blood oozing between her fingers. Amy pulls the sheets off her body. Her bed and boxer shorts are covered in blood as she stumbles to the bathroom and slams the door behind her. Amy sits on the toilet crouched over and griping at her stomach and starts to moan with sickness.
EXT/NIGHT- ROOF TOP (FLASHBACK)
With the beaten up TV in foreground and boyfriend in lawn chair, Amy hesitantly approaches her boyfriend. She straddles the lawn chair as the TV images wave behind her,
“ wanna go somewhere tonight?…” Rick looks up answers,
“ We could, but I'd rather stay here with you.” He grabs at her hips, pulls her down.
They kiss as Rick slides on top of her as she falls back onto the chair and looks up at the pictures moving above her on the screen. Rick reaches up over her and turns the T.V. off. Amy says,
"Well,this will be an interesting variation of what we do every night."
Amy sits in front of the toilet profusely vomiting, as if she can't control what is inside her that needs to get out before it hinders her any longer from moving on.
Amy and her friend, Liz are jogging.
Liz- " I don't know what you're so scared of? Is it too frightening to think that you might be settling down with the right person and might become to comfortable in that position?
Amy- " what about having a life?"
Liz- Are you saying I don't? Hey, don't insult me when you're the one not happy with your life."
Amy continues to gasp for air in between fits of uncontrollable purging.
INT/DAY- Airport moving walk way ( Surreal and dreamlike scene)
Amy is letting the moving walk way guide her along as different types of women pass her by. A business women power walks while she continues her deeply engaged conversation on her cell phone:
“ No, calm down Fred…its going to be just fine, just turn him on his stomach and rub his back, if he spits something out then clean it, just complete the cycle every two hours and you and the baby should be fine…”
Her voice fades out as Amy passes another women, an elderly lady, trudging along her way,
“They’ll just leave ya to die before their out a diapers”
Amy stops to take a breath.
INT/NIGHT- BATHROOM (MONTAGE)
Amy stands up off the toilet and reaches to flush the toilet and forces all that she has to purge away. She walks to sink to wash herself off. The sink is filled with watery blood which forms a swirl down the drain. Amy gives herself a long hard queasy stare in the mirror. The montage ends with Amy naked in the bathtub, with her back arched forward, head resting on her knees, and legs slightly opened with a trail of blood leading to the drain.