A Death Scene

Night. An empty street. A woman lies on the cold, wet pavement cradling a dead body.

“Noooooooo! No, come on you gotta breathe. BREATHE! Please fuck please. No. No. No. No. Nooo! This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Please please please don’t leave me. Please. SOMEBODY HELP ME! (There’s no one around.) PLEASE! FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

You can’t fucking do this to me. (Slamming the dead body against the floor.) WHY!!!! Why are you fucking doing this to me you fucking AAAASSSSSHOLEEEEE!!!! (Punching him on the chest.) COME ON!

Come on. (Trying to pick up the dead body.) COME ON! You’re not dying. You’re not FUCKING dying. GET UP!!! (Dragging the dead body across the floor.) Get the fuck up now. PLEEEEEEEEASEEE! (Collapsing in sobs.) You motherfucker whyyyyyyyy! This isn’t fucking happening… please! Why? Why? Why? (Crying hysterically. Then calming down and gasping for breath.) No, you’re not dying. This can be fixed. We can fix this. Hear that? I think the ambulance is on it’s way. You’re going to be fiii…. (Sobs.) Why? (Wails.) WHYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Whispering in the dead man’s ear.) Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. (Laying down on the floor. Nuzzling her face in his neck.) Please don’t leave me.

Please don’t leave. (Kissing dead skin.) Please please please please please please….(Pressing her ear to his chest.) Where’s your heartbeat gone? (Speaking softly and sweetly.) Huh? Where’s your heart? (Taking hold of his wrist.) Come on. Beat for me. Beat. Beat…. please. (Clutching his shirt.) PPPPPLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”