01 - [Action post - Audio is public, action for family]
[The bed sheets rustle now and again as a figure stirs upon the simple twin sized mattress. Soft, muffled sobs can be heard above the sound. Heather always slept fitfully since the passing of her father, Harry Mason. This would be no exception.]
Dad... dad...
[The words continue to spill forth along with a few shaky inhales that quickly become a coughing fit. Shaky hands reach up slowly to rub at Heather's face and cover her mouth as she coughs. Once more the sheets rustle and the bed creaks as Heather sits up and shakes her head.]
Douglas? Douglas can you get me some water? I'm going to choke.
[A few minutes of silence pass before a loud gasp is heard, echoing in the room as well as a thump. Heather looks around frantically, this room unfamiliar in every aspect and these clothes... well, they weren't hers. Hazel eyes scanned the room from top to bottom and what pictures she could find. This just couldn't be.]
What the hell is going on?! This isn't my room! This isn't even my house. It can't be, there's just no way. Douglas, Douglas! What kind of sick joke is this? If you did this I'll-well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'll make you regret it. Where are my clothes, my stuff... where's dad's picture?
Dad... dad...
[The words continue to spill forth along with a few shaky inhales that quickly become a coughing fit. Shaky hands reach up slowly to rub at Heather's face and cover her mouth as she coughs. Once more the sheets rustle and the bed creaks as Heather sits up and shakes her head.]
Douglas? Douglas can you get me some water? I'm going to choke.
[A few minutes of silence pass before a loud gasp is heard, echoing in the room as well as a thump. Heather looks around frantically, this room unfamiliar in every aspect and these clothes... well, they weren't hers. Hazel eyes scanned the room from top to bottom and what pictures she could find. This just couldn't be.]
What the hell is going on?! This isn't my room! This isn't even my house. It can't be, there's just no way. Douglas, Douglas! What kind of sick joke is this? If you did this I'll-well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'll make you regret it. Where are my clothes, my stuff... where's dad's picture?