Short Film # 79. Kiekos Death

A smoldering cigarette butt balances loosely on the edge of the ash tray. Keiko stares expressionless at the table leg, still exhaling smoke from his last drag. The sky is cloudy and night fall has begun. Keiko picks up his cigarette butt, brings it close to his eyes and examines it's burn. Watching as it slowly makes its way down to the filter. "I will kill myself for her". He whispers. Still examining the cigarette butt, he slowly brings it to his wrist and extinguishes it against the veins. The smell of burning flesh and hair fills the air of the wet room, fills his lungs. Just then the child walks in. Confused, with a hint of anger in his brow, he asks, in an innocent voice, "Whats are you doing, kieko?". Kieko stares expressionless still. "Who are you?" he asks. "I am your best friend" the child responds. "But i've never seen you before in my life, how could you be my best friend?" Kieko asks. "I'm your only friend" the child responds. Kieko stands up and walks to the mirror. His hair hangs slightly over his right eye, he pulls it back with his ring finger. He stares into the mirror, examining the wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. Examines the hair growing on his face. He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a razor and shave cream. Reaches around behind him and pulls the towel off of the towel hanger. Wraps it around his shoulders. He slowly covers his chin with the shave cream and examines the lines on his face. He takes the razor and slowly pulls it sideways down the right side of his face, cutting himself deeply. The blood mixes with the cream and drips into the sink. He continues to cut. "I don't want any friends." he says to the mirror. The child disappears. Kieko falls to the floor and lay there expressionless in a pool of blood. Fade to black. Roll Credits.