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UNDERNEATH MY SKIN

by Emma Smith

Leaving home was thought to be the hardest thing ever,


that was until Grace became stuck within a home invasion
that could have ended her life.

Copyright© EMMA SMITH


PRODUCTIONS
ROLL OPENING CREDITS

As the film begins, calming like music appears to which we


see colour like visuals, appearing on and off screen to the
beat of the music.

GRACE, A teenage girl about 18 appearing in many to all of


them. Images of the neighbourhood she grew up in, the house,
her favourite flowers. Reminising what she loves the most.

INT. GRACE'S BEDROOM - EARLY DAY

All of which, quiet quickly, we start to zoom in to which we


meet a picture frame with the last frame of the sequence,
with a picture of the flowers.

END OPENING CREDITS.

Cut to Grace opening up her curtains, and takes a second to


look outside into her neighbourhood street.

Grace picks up the frame with the picture of the flowers and
admires it.

INT. STAIRS - MID DAY

She walks down the stairs with the frame in her hand, meeting
the table before the door, and recognises that there is a
note left her mother. In loopy writing leaves...

Have a good day sweety, don't forget


to pack the rest of the boxes... Love
you - Mom

Appearing on screen as it was written on paper, Grace looks


up at the door in a rather sad, but disappointed way. Holding
back her tears, pushing through. The Camera pans to the
living room filled with black boxes with 'Grace Uni' written
on the sides of it as we pan to Grace looking at them through
the door of the entertainment room.

Grace looks at the frame in her hand and holds it out in


front of her. She puts the frame onto the black box with all
her other uni things. The Camera follows her as she walks
back to the stairs. Cut to her walking back up the stairs.

INT. GRACE'S BEDROOM -MIDDAY

Grace walks into her room and closes her door but the door
appears to be quite stubborn so Grace pushes harder to close
the door.

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2.

She picks up her hairbrush and stands in front of the mirror,


brushing her hair. Loudly, the door lock begins to move
around, making noises from the front door of the house.

Dramatically, Grace puts down the brush and walks to the


window as she peers the blinds open, yet we cannot see what
is outside.

Immediately Grace realises what is happening, and anxiously


sits against the foot of her bed, getting as low as possible.

She looks around her room, scanning it in a way of trying to


find something to protect her, she sees her phone on her
table. As Grace picks up her phone, she realises that there
is no power left in it. Panic.

Grace crawls up to the window, peers through a look of horror


overthrows her face.

Immediately she sits back down in the position she was in,
with an even more panic ridden face. She looks at the door.
Grace with all her might, gets up and opens the door as
silently as possible.

INT. STAIRS - MIDDAY

Runs down stairs without making a sound to creak the stairs.


The camera pans to the BURGLAR, A Male about 30, wearing all
black, fiddeling with the door lock.

Grace getting as low as she can, creeps through the baby


gate, that sounds louder than it actually should be. She
looks back at the door.

INT. KITCHEN - MIDDAY

The Burglar is still attempting to open the door. Grace sits


against the drying cupboard next to the babygate, with her
knees by her chest, trying to calm herself down.

The Camera pans from her to looking at the bright light


creating a silhouette of the burglar through the door.

Scanning the kitchen she sees a giant silver knife on the


table corner from left from the night before. Crawling as
silently as possible, she grabs the knife and sits back in
her spot on the floor.

A familiar pan of the camera, She looks over her shoulder to


check the door. The Burglar was gone.

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3.

Grace had a sign of releavement across her face, calming


down, she leans her head against the wall reaching a level of
calmness. At the opposite side of the frame of Graces head,
we see the Burglar at the glass backdoor, in the dining room,
filled with office files, We pan to the Burglar as he trys to
unlock the door.

Grace looking terrified as ever, she moves to sit against the


kitchen island, hiding most darkness. She desparately looks
above at the window, to which we see the Burglar walking back
a bit, getting frustrated.

EXT. BACK DOOR PATH - MIDDAY

Grace makes her way with the knife in her hand to the
backdoor, meeting a corridor like path. One end with a door
with a lock, the other with a path turning right, meeting
overgrown bushes. Grace turns to the door with the lock. It
won't budge. She turns to the other side with the overgrown
bushes.

Terrfied, written across her face, she looks at the knife in


her hand, and quickly walks through trying not to make a move
that will create any type of sound.

The glassdoor has been opened.

She creeps past the the corner, following the bushes. Heavy
breathing departing Graces face becomes a feeling of life of
death.

Following Grace with the door open in the background, she


still moves, trying to find a gap in the fence to get over to
her neighbours to which,

Gunshot.

BLACKSCREEN.

WHITE SCREEN - FLASHBACK.

Moving back to the visuals that we are familar with. The


frame, the neighbourhood, the house, the boxes, everything
flying all at once. Coming at you like a bullet, laughter,
music, its all so fast. The knife?, the lock? Please make it
stop, make it stop!

Grace wakes up, grabbing the side of her body beaming with
blood, crawling away in the dirt, crawling, crawling, and
Grace gets up. Camera shaking as we pan her walking. She
meets the other side of the fence at the end of the garden.

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4.

Focusing on her face, Breathing in and out, Grace in the most


agony of her life. The Camera zooms out still focusing on her
face.

FADES TO BLACK.

END SCRIPT.

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