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Sphynx by Nia Ashby
Sphynx by Nia Ashby
BY NIA ASHBY
FADE IN:
INT. BLOCK OF FLATS - DAY
Anya fumbles in her rucksack until she pulls out a set of keys and
enters the flat.
It is a studio flat, small but open. The walls are a soft creamy
white, decorated with neatly hung sketches of floor plans and
interior designs. There is minimal furniture other than a small
TV, a white sofa and a room separator that hides away her bedroom,
as well as a marble coffee table in-between her sofa and TV.
Anya brushes a strand of hair behind her ear before following the
trail of marks to her sofa where she spots a cat. It is a sphinx
cat, and despite being curled up in a sleeping ball amongst the
pillows, the protruding bones are still visible underneath it’s
rolls of peach tinted skin. It is collarless, clearly malnourished
and unclean due to the various patches of dirt over it’s skin.
ANYA
Um?…
Anya glances to the window and back to the cat, which has since
opened it’s eyes and is now staring directly at Anya. She gives a
small sigh and sits next to it, raising an eyebrow at it’s lack of
collar.
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ANYA
You know this isn’t your
house right? Or d’you not
even have a home?
She attempts to brush her fingers over it’s head but it flinches
before pushing it’s head into her hand. She gives a slight look of
disgust as her fingers run down it’s spine, feeling the many
protruding bones along it’s back.
After pulling her hand away, she glances to the kitchen area for a
few moments in thought, back to the cat, and then back to the
kitchen once again before standing and making her way over.
ANYA
Go on, eat it then?
Anya sighs slightly however the cat still refuses to touch the
food, it’s stare occasionally drifting to the salmon and back to
Anya.
ANYA
What? You one of those ones
that doesn’t eat unless
someone else is eating?
Anya sighs yet again and quickly throws two slices of bread down
from her cupboard onto the counter, finishing the thrown together
meal off by spreading jam on the two slices and putting them
together on a separate plate. Now propped up on the worktop, Anya
takes a bite out of the sandwich, head nodding towards the salmon.
Her mouth is full of bread as she spoke to the cat again.
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ANYA
See, my food isn’t
poisoned…
ANYA
Come on… You’re skinny
enough as it is, just eat.
ANYA
Fine. I’m not eating until
you do.
The cat slips in through the slightly open door, making Anya jump
once again as she turned around to retrieve the bottles of shampoo
from the cupboard.
ANYA
Stop doing that, oh my god…
She rolls her eyes and continues to place the bottles around the
bathtub. Though before she gets a chance to drop her towel, her
reflection catches her eye in the floor length mirror opposite the
bath. Staring at herself for a few moments, she glances down at
the cat, that is now perched on the sink edge next to her in the
reflection. Her expression drops and she observes her bare skin in
the mirror.
She lightly runs a hand up her arm, fingers pinching some of the
skin back so her elbow bone would protrude. She lets go and turns
with her back to the mirror, observing the reflection. Her back
arches and she grazes her fingers over the barely visible spine,
then glances longingly at the cat’s effortlessly protruding bones
with a sigh.
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Anya snaps herself out of the moment and drops the towel, getting
into the bath.
The cat is already awake and watching her from the breakfast bar
as she absentmindedly fished through her kitchen for a teabag and
cup. She set the kettle to boil and went to the fridge, about to
grab out a carton of milk before catching the stare of the cat who
had climbed up onto the nearest worktop to the fridge.
She glanced drowsily at the milk and back to the cat, now biting
her lip as she contemplated, but eventually closed the fridge,
leaving the milk inside. The cat begins to purr as it watches her
make her tea black as opposed to with milk.
Anya is sat at her sofa, still clothed in the oversized shirt. She
has bags around her eyes.
The cat is sleeping upon the breakfast bar which is still littered
with the now moulding sandwich, dried up salmon and Anya’s empty
cup of tea.
Anya gives a wide yawn and puts down the book. There is a few
moments of silence as she observes the work scattered around her
before it is broken by the loud alarm of her stomach rumbling,
which makes her jump.
Sighing, she walks into the kitchen, though rather than going to
get food, she instead runs the water in the sink until is is
filled nearly to the top.
ANYA
Forgot you were still
filthy. Come on…
The cat quickly makes its way into the warm water.
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Anya cups the water in her hands and lets it fall over the cat’s
back, gently scrubbing at the patches of dirt with a cloth. Her
hand runs down it’s spine and it purr’s loudly at her touch.
Though rather than cringing at it’s protruding bones, she gives a
soft smile.
Her focus switches from the cat, to her wrist. She stares at it
for a few long seconds before lightly touching the protruding bone
of her wrist. Her smile grows slightly and she is too focused on
her arm to care about the continued sounds of her stomach calling
out for food.
In the kitchen, all of the cupboards are open and have been
emptied into two other bin bags which are tied up and sitting by
the front door. The sink is still filled with the dirtied water.
Anya threw the last full packet of pasta into the bag and tied it
up, throwing it down by the two other bags. She is out of breath
as she turns to face the cat.
ANYA
Happy now?
ANYA
Ugh. Fine, I’ll fucking
take them out!
Before she could grab the three bags, the mobile phone on her sofa
rings. The living room is darkened from the drawn curtains. It is
messy, paper and mugs of empty tea are scattered around. A few
cushions along with a few sections of the sofa have been scratched
at by the cat.
Though, she doesn't respond to it. The lock screen is still lit
after the ringing stops, showing the many messages from different
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contacts including her mother are displayed along with a number of
missed calls.
Anya pushes the front door open with her back, bin bags in both
hands, and walks out into the dingy hallway.
There is a pile of post on her doorstep that she steps over, not
taking any notice of it. The flowers on the front of her door have
shrivelled up and adopted a dirty brown hue; the pink colour of
the door has faded.
She struggles with the bags, nearly dropping them both a few times
as she hauls them down the flights of stairs.
When she reaches the bottom floor, she has to adjust her eyes to
the sunlight that shone through the front door. She exits the
building and drags the bags to a larger bin. Though, she is too
frail to lift them in.
NEIGHBOUR
Anya! How you been hunny?
Haven’t seen you around in
a while? Oh god, look at
you, give me those.
She takes the bags from Anya, helping to throw them in the bin
with ease.
NEIGHBOUR
No way you’re getting those
bloody things in there with
those arms now are you?
NEIGHBOUR
Feeling under the weather
my love? Whats so important
to be thrown out that you
gotta come out when ill hm?
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Turning her head away, Anya shrugs. She tries to hide a smile at
the woman’s comments on her frail form as she rubs at her boney
arms.
NEIGHBOUR
Want me to make you a warm
bowl of soup my lovely?
The woman holds open the door back inside for Anya. Anya responds
by shoving past the woman and quickly making her way back up the
stairs.
ANYA
Fuck off with your soup,
ignorant bitch…
ANYA
What the fuck do you want
from me? Why can’t you just
let me fucking eat!
Anya has tears in her eyes, she is angry and upset. After huffing
loudly, she walks past the cat and walks behind the room
separator. It has been scratched up by the cat but still hides
away the dingy and closed off bedroom. There is an unmade double
bed, a cupboard and set of draws, and a floor length mirror.
Around her walls are sketches of sphinx cats and the mirror is
decorated with images printed off of sphinx cats. There is a few
clumps of her hair that had fallen out around the bedroom.
She looks in the mirror, tears streaming down her face. She
analyses her body by rubbing her elbow bone, sucking in her waist
until it looked deathly unnatural.
Anya relaxes her waist with a big sigh. She stares at herself for
a moment before picking off a photo of a sphinx cat from around
the mirror and looking between it and her reflection.
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ANYA
(crying)
What the fuck is wrong with
me… Why can’t I just look
like I want to?
She is desperately looking around for the cat. It’s not in the
room.
ANYA
N-No…
She is sobbing.
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Anya runs to the window and opens the curtain. It allows light to
flood the studio flat, revealing just how much of a mess it is.
There is a lot more scratches over her furniture and carpet from
the cat, and the place generally looks very unkept.
ANYA
Fuck!
Almost her entire body is hanging from the window. Some of the
hair blown about by the light wind has messily stuck to her face
due to the tears.
Realisation fills her face and she continues to sob, slinking back
inside and falling into a curled up sitting position below the
window, her back to the wall.
ANYA
I can’t be alone, I can’t
survive without you…