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INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE. MORNING

Three knocks are heard on the door.

THERAPIST
Come in.

The door opens and Idris briskly walks into the room. He goes
straight to the seat opposite the therapists and sits down.

THERAPIST (CONT’D)
(still at the door)
Well, help yourself then I guess.

Walking towards Idris

THERAPIST (CONT’D)
How can I help you today?

Idris puts his hand into his pockets, brings out a container
of pills and slams it onto the table in-between him and the
therapist.

IDRIS
These don’t bloody work. Make them
work.

The therapist pick it up and looks at the bottle. On the

bottle is written “Trintellix”.

THERAPIST
The depression hasn’t improved?

IDRIS
Improved?! You have made my life
shit!

THERAPIST
Now let’s calm down.

IDRIS
How do you expect me to be calm? It
was bad enough I could hear them,
now I see them!

THERAPIST
See who?

Idris realizes he has exposed more than he should have.

In the corner of the room, Anxiety comes out from the shadows
and starts strolling across the room.
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ANXIETY
Idiot... You’ve given more than you
should.

Anxiety appears on the other side of the room

ANXIETY (CONT’D)
Now she knows you’re bat-shit
crazy.

Anxiety appears on the other side of the room again.

ANXIETY (CONT’D)
And you know what mum said happens
to crazy people.

THERAPIST
Seeing who?!

The therapist’s voice brings Idris’ attention back into

reality. He looks around the room for Anxiety, but he is
nowhere to be found.

THERAPIST (CONT’D)
Who is them, who are you seeing?

Idris pauses, thinking of a response.

IDRIS
Nothing.

THERAPIST
We’ve talked about this. The only
way you’ll progress is if you’re
committed to the process.

Body Dysmorphia comes out from the shadows, the same way
anxiety did.

BODY DYSMORPHIA
Committed? He can’t commit to
anything.

IDRIS
(to B.D)
Yes I can.

THERAPIST
Thank you now let’s start from the
top.

BODY DYSMORPHIA
(to Idris)
No you bloody can’t.
(MORE)
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BODY DYSMORPHIA (CONT’D)
Didn’t you say you we’re gonna
loose weight like a year ago. But
here you are, big as ever.

Idris tries to ignore it.

THERAPIST
So I’ll need you to be completely
transparent with me.

IDRIS
I’ll try my best.

Idris takes deep breadths to try and calm himself. Body

dysmorphia’s voice fades away, as his breadths become louder.
Everywhere goes silent.

IDRIS (CONT’D)
Ok.

Idris gives off a nod as a signal for the therapist to begin.

THERAPIST
From what you’ve told me before and
from my observation, you struggle
with low self-esteem. And this is
common with children in foster
care.

IDRIS
I’m not in foster care, I stay with
my uncle... And my self-esteem is
perfectly fine.

Therapist looks Idris with pity in her eyes.

THERAPIST
Ok then, mind if we talk about your
parents?

Idris tenses up immediately.

THERAPIST (CONT’D)
You said you’re self-esteem is
perfect right?

IDRIS
What does my self-esteem have to do
with my parents?

THERAPIST
You seem quite tense when I mention
your parents.
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Idris shakes his head.

THERAPIST (CONT’D)
How about this, tell me about your
mum.

IDRIS
Emm... Mum was alright.

Therapist signals for him to continue.

IDRIS (CONT’D)
(sighs)
She was alright sometimes.

THERAPIST
How was she other times?

Idris starts to take deeper and deeper breadths.

IDRIS
I mean she got worse after dad
died. Yelled a lot, hit a lot.

Idris starts itching his arms, making marks on them.

THERAPIST
She hit you?

Therapist scribbles on her notepad. The sound of the pen on

the notepad is hyper exaggerated to Idris’ ears.

THERAPIST (CONT’D)
Did you tell anyone about this at
the time?

IDRIS
Emmm... Emmm.... No.

Idris starts to hear whispers.

WHISPERS
It’s you’re fault.

Idris starts itching even harder.

THERAPIST
Careful with you’re arm... You have
an irritation? You can talk to our
pharmacist after...

Whilst the therapist is still talking, another aberration

walks out of a dark corner.
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S.T
We can all agree it should have
been you.

IDRIS
(still itching and looking
into the corner)
No, no, no it wasn’t my fault.

S.T
Yes it was, you drove her to that
point.

IDRIS
I didn’t.. She kept hitting me.

THERAPIST
Your mother kept hitting you?

The sound of the itching gets louder and louder.

IDRIS
No.. I mean Yes. But only because I
deserved it.

THERAPIST
No one deserves that.

S.T
You do.

IDRIS
I do.

The itching further intensifies.

THERAPIST
Idris I think we need to talk
somewhere else.

Anxiety comes out of the other corner.

ANXIETY
She’s gonna take you to the white
room. Lock you there forever.

IDRIS
No! No! You’re not taking me
anywhere.

Idris gets up from his seat, runs to the door and opens it.
As he runs our of the therapists room, he find himself inside
a hospital room. He looks around and sees a doctor facing his
computer.
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The doctor’s chair slowly turns around, revealing him to be

one of the aberrations.

ANXIETY
How may we help you?

Idris stares at the aberration with fear in his eyes.

CUT TO BLACK.