Two halves dont always make a whole half

a kiwi and half a loaf of bread do not make a

whole apple.

Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul there
are infinities of precious things that cannot be taken from you. Oscar
Wilde
Daisys idea
I used to live by Oscar Wildes words, they were my inspiration and my motto
in life; Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul there
are infinities of precious things that cannot be taken from you., but he lied. I
have been deprived of my infinities of precious things, I have been ripped
from my body, my soul, myself I dont know who I am anymore. Inside, Im
paradoxical compared to the muddy reflection the world sees. Ensnared; not
even the birds can save me with their song. I am lost, I am alone, I am
Yasmins idea
A famous quote from Oscar Wilde once again, leaves humans striving to live.
For me, I see the pathetic words that people solemnly swear by. I have been
deprived of every ounce of humanity that I ever obtained. Im trapped inside
my own body. Its like theres a mundane inside of my soul screaming to
escape. But maybe I should have faith in Oscar Wildes words, maybe I
struggle to realise that the infinitely precious parts of my soul are indominus.
Dialogue
*groans* Where am I? What am I doing here? I was, it was morning and I had
work, and workwhy did I not go to, did I go to work? What That cant be
bloo Im not bleeding, its not me that was bleeding! No, NO!
*breathing gets heavier and heartbeat rises*
How did I get like this? Why am I here? Does anyone know why Im here? Is
anyone there? Who did this to me? I dont understand! Help, please help me!
Agggghhhh!!!!

Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul there are
infinities of precious things that cannot be taken from you. Oscar Wilde

Im paradoxical compared to the muddy reflection the world sees.

I am lost, I am alone, I am hounded, I am indominus.
I have been deprived of every ounce of humanity that I ever obtained.
Its like theres a mundane inside of my soul screaming to escape.
Maybe I struggle to realise that the infinitely precious parts of my soul are
indominus.
My soul has been ruptured theres a mundane inside of my soul screaming to
escape.
Mundane monstrosity
I have been deprived of every ounce of humanity that I ever obtained. Im
paradoxical compared to the muddy reflection the world sees. My soul has been
ruptured theres a mundane inside of my soul screaming to escape. Maybe I
struggle to realise that the infinitely precious parts of my soul are indominus.
I have been deprived of every ounce of humanity that I ever obtained. I am lost, I
am alone and I am hounded. Im paradoxical compared to the muddy reflection
the world sees. Its like theres a mundane inside of my soul screaming to
escape. But I am on self-destruct. And maybe I need to realise that the infinitely
precious parts of my soul are indominus.
Unwittingly, I have conjured my own self-destruction.
All that I am has been ruptured theres a mundane monstrosity encased in my
being. But there is something I am forgetting. I need to revoke that the infinitely
precious parts of my soul are indominus.
I have been deprived of every ounce of humanity that I ever obtained. I am lost, I
am alone and I am hounded. I am paradoxical compared to the muddy reflection
the world sees. All that I am has been ruptured theres a mundane monstrosity
encased in my being. Maybe I struggle to realise that the infinitely precious parts
of my soul are indominus.
*groans* Where am I? What am I doing here? I was, it was morning and I had
work, and workwhy did I not go to, did I go to work? What That cant be bloo
Im not bleeding, its not me that was bleeding! No, NO!
*breathing gets heavier and heartbeat rises*
How did I get like this? Why am I here? Does anyone know why Im here? Is
anyone there? Who did this to me? I dont understand! Help, please help me!
Agggghhhh!!!!

Voiceover Script

Voiceover:
I have been deprived of every ounce of humanity that I ever obtained. I am lost, I
am alone and I am hounded. I am paradoxical compared to the muddy reflection
the world sees. All that I am has been ruptured theres a mundane monstrosity
encased in my being. Maybe I struggle to realise that the infinitely precious parts
of my soul are indominus.
Girl panicking:
*groans* Where am I? What am I doing here? I was, it was morning and I had
work, and workwhy did I not go to, did I go to work? What That cant be bloo
Im not bleeding
*breathing gets heavier and heartbeat rise*
Spinning shot:
YOU: Is anyone there?
KILLED: Who did this to me?
HER: I dont understand!
Blackout: Agggghhhh!!!!