Sep 12, 2009 17:56
[It is clear, as the video clicks into recording, that the person handling the device is either uneducated in it's use, or simply panicking. The video initially shows a few shots of the room, dark & murky, a momentary shot of a bed, and a television showing only static. Heavy breathing can be heard in the background, and the faint sound of the individual sturggling & fumbling with her Blackberry.]
Fuck, fuck, f-fuck, fuck.. [There is a momentary shrill grunt of frustration.]
I've used these before, I-- .. I can work a fucking phone, Laurie, calm down, he's not--
[Some of the jerky movements of the camera stop, as it is suddenly held out at a distance, and upright. In the focus now is a young girl, somewhere between her late teens & early twenties. She squints somewhat at the lens, and swallows hard, the struggle to keep calm visible in her expression. Her hair is strawberry blonde, wavy, and a mess. There is a bit of blood trickling from above her left eyebrow, and it appears as if she's tried to wipe it away with her free hand.]
I don't know where I am, or w-what the.. what the fuck is going on here, but I just..
Someone get me out of here. I tried to call Annie, I tried Brackett, I just--
[She looks down from the camera, her voice softening, sounding like she's going to begin crying.]
I can't do this again.
[As she inhaled deeply, and one rough sob leaves her mouth, the camera clicks off, and the video has ended.]