Int. Bedroom – Dawn
A man awakes and looks at his bedside clock. He sighs and holds his head in his hands.
Man: (V.O) Every day I awake and realise that my torment must continue. I pray to God every night and beg for an eternal sleep, but he never listens. Twat.
Cut To: The man walking along his landing. He is wearing t-shirt and shorts.
Man: (V.O) “You’re 23 years old!” They tell me. “You should be having the time of your life” they tell me. But what do they know? Twats.
The man reaches a door.
Cut To: The man walking into a bathroom. He turns and looks into a full length mirror on the back of the door.
Man: (V.O) My doctor says that I was born with it and it’s here for life. Somehow, I still harbour some kind of hope that he’s wrong; I check the birthmark every morning.
The man lifts up his t-shirt to reveal a birthmark which reads “DICKHEAD”
Man: (V.O) But he’s right. Twat.
Screen fades to black.
ENDS