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The film begins at school. A young happy little girl, smiling, 

laughing, playing with her friends. Not a care in the world and 

everything is good. Unware of future happenings that would change her and her happy little life.

After school she sitting on her bed in her room. Happy and content playing with her teddy. A figure appears in the shot and enters the room, I do not show the individuals face but you can tell it is a man. I want to leave the viewer guessing who the man is. As he shuts the door behind him I slow the shot down in extreme slow motion to capture the intensity and nature of the scene. As I watched it back I felt uncomfortable and felt a shiver down my spine. I captured it exactly the way I wanted to, so that the viewer immediately knows what is happening even though they do not see.

Quite like the mother, who is not present in the film but I imagine her to be down stairs cooking dinner. She knows her heart that something is happening but she does not interfere , she just turns a blind eye. This unfortunately is the case in a lot of these situations. The wife or partner of their man are so blinded by ‘love’ they refuse to believe or pretend to know nothing.

Later back at school things have changed. They are not the same as they used to be. Once a happy little girl, now a sad frightened child, confused and lost. Too young to understand, to scared to speak up. She locks her feelings away and bottles them up inside. She no longer plays with her friends, instead she spends her time alone by herself. She keeps her distance from people, she does not trust anyone.

She I in the toilets looking in the mirror. Mesmerized by her 

reflection staring back at her. Consumed with so much emotional pain and anguish she lashes out. She scratches the walls,

forcefully digging her nails deep into the wood. She feels frustration and disgust in herself and hatred towards her abuser. 

Her childhood and innocence lost. She has changed into an angry, confused young woman with various personalities. She is stealing from shops. She steals a bottle of vodka from an off licence. She sits on a bench in the park and consumes the bottle. I slow the film down again as she takes a gulp from the bottle. The expression that she makes screwing up her face as she drinking the vodka, the pure disgust, you can imagine and almost taste the raw, 

burning taste of the vodka.

She reaches extremes when she goes to new heights to find ways of forgetting. She turns up at a house and knocks on the door. A man answers and invites her in. They sit down at a table and she hands the man money. He draws up two thin lines of a white 

powder substance that resembles cocaine. They both take turns in snorting the powder up their nose through a rolled up note.

Her troubled mind riddled with horrific childhood memories deep in her subconscious, coming back in bits and pieces in flashbacks. She thinks back to a time when she was happy, laughing and 

smiling...