One More Day 2nd half

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  1. arckrc44

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    INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

    Will plods back and forth in his apartment, lights and TV
    are on. The clock on the oven says 8:30. He picks up his
    cell phone and dials. The phone rings.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    Suicide Hotline, this is Sarah.

    WILL
    This is Will again.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    Oh hello again Will! It’s so great
    to hear your voice! How was today?

    WILL
    I got my power back on, but had to
    bum the money off my mom.

    SARAH
    That’s great you talked to your
    mom! Was she happy to see you?

    Will paces the living room rubbing his left temple.

    WILL
    I guess. Kinda lectured me a bit,
    but I guess she’s had it tough too.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    I can imagine. It must be tough
    for your whole family.

    Will sits on the couch.

    WILL
    Yeah, I didn’t really think about
    how my sister’s death affected
    everyone. I just don’t understand
    why my dad was such an asshole to
    me.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    Why don’t you talk to him?

    WILL
    I can’t. We got nothing in common.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    How many times have you both really
    talked to each other?

    WILL
    (Angrily)
    You don’t hear so well do you, I
    said we got nothing in common.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    So you have never really talked
    with your father?

    WILL
    Fucks sake! No, okay?

    SARAH (O.S.)
    Then how could you know who he is
    and how could he really know you?

    WILL
    I get what you’re saying, but, I
    just can’t talk to the guy.

    SARAH (O.S.)
    Alright Will! I think you had a
    good day, will you go one more?

    WILL
    I guess. Just paid the electric
    bill and got some food. I can at
    least eat up all the food first.

    Sarah laughs.

    WILL
    You gotta cute laugh, where are you
    from.

    SARAH

    Talk to you tomorrow Willy.
    The line goes dead.

    WILL
    Willy?

    Will walks to the kitchen and opens the oven. He pulls out
    a small pizza, cheese bubbling, pepperoni curled. He
    smiles.

    INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - MORNING

    Will opens his eyes and stares. He looks around his
    apartment. He jumps off the couch. Runs to the kitchen and
    starts the coffee pot. He disappears into the bathroom and
    turns the shower on.

    INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - SAME

    Will is dressed in black slacks, white shirt and blue
    tie. His hair is combed back nicely. He sips from a mug of
    coffee.

    He looks into the mirror.

    WILL
    Time to get a job you fuckin hobo.

    He exits his apartment.

    EXT. DOWNTOWN - DAY

    Will walks the sidewalk with a newspaper. People walk by
    him both ways. He visits several shops with "Now Hiring"
    signs in the windows. Each time he walks out with a frown.
    He enters another and when he exits he throws the newspaper
    into the trash and angrily kicks a parking meter.

    There is a loud crash. Will turns his attention up the
    street where he sees a car crashed into a stop sign. He
    runs to the car.

    People circle around the car, taking pictures with their
    cell phones. Will runs to the drivers side door angrily
    pushing people out of the way. He opens the car door and
    sees hunched to the side, clutching his chest, his own
    father.

    WILLIAM RHODES SR looks at his son unable to speak. He
    clutches his chest in agony.

    Will dials 911 and hands the phone to a stranger.

    WILL
    Get the ambulance here now!

    He pulls his father out of the car and lies him on the
    ground. He yanks a bottled water from a man next to him and
    pours some into his father’s mouth and drenches his father’s
    head.

    WILL
    Hang in there dad! Help is coming.

    Will’s father holds his son’s hand and looks at his son,
    eyes teared up, slightly nodding. His eyes shut.

    The ambulance appears and place his father on the
    stretcher. Will jumps in the back as they head off to the
    hospital.

    INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - WAITING AREA - NIGHT

    William and his mother Patricia sit in the waiting area. A
    DOCTOR appears before them both.

    DOCTOR
    William?

    WILL
    Yeah?

    DOCTOR
    You saved your father’s life today.

    Will’s mother cries out in joy and hugs Will intensely.

    DOCTOR
    He wishes to see you.

    Patricia kisses her son’s cheek.

    PATRICIA
    Oh baby, please go make peace with
    your father. Please honey.

    Will breathes in deeply, looks at the time on his cell
    phone. 8:15.

    He nods and heads off with the Doctor.

    INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - SAME

    Laying in a hospital bed is Will’s father. He sits up
    slightly as Will enters. The Doctor leaves. Will stares at
    his father. Will’s father smiles slightly.

    WILLIAM SR
    You saved my life today son.

    Will stares at his father. His face tight and jaw clenched.

    WILLIAM SR
    I know son. I know. I have a lot
    of forgiveness to ask of you.

    Will gets closer to his father, his eyes teary.

    WILL
    Fuck dad. I hate, hated you man.
    What did I do so wrong? Why did it
    get so-

    William Sr. breaks into a slight cry. His face turns slight
    red. The heart monitor beeps slightly faster.
    Will, grabs his father’s hand.

    WILL
    It’s okay dad. I know we got a lot
    to talk about. Just don’t kick the
    bucket before we get the chance
    man.

    William Sr. nods at his son and smiles, his eyelids start to
    close. The heart monitor settles back to an even rhythm.
    Will turns to walk out.

    WILLIAM SR
    Willy...

    Will turns around quickly, his head slightly cocked.

    WILLIAM SR
    I love you, Willy.

    His father falls asleep. Will turns back around, his eyes
    wide in thought. He exits.

    INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - WAITING AREA - SAME

    William hugs his mother. She holds William at arms reach.

    PATRICIA
    Can I give you a lift home Willy?

    Will looks at his mother brow furrowed in confusion.

    WILL
    Why is everyone calling me "Willy"
    all of a sudden?

    Patricia laughs slightly.

    PATRICIA
    It’s something your sister used to
    call you. I’m sorry
    sweetheart. Come on, let’s get
    some coffee.

    Will’s jaw drops. He pulls out the piece of paper with
    Sarah’s number. He calls the number.

    He hears a pre-recorded message. The number has been
    disconnected.
    He finds the 800 number in his call log and dials that.

    Patricia grabs her son.

    PATRICIA
    Honey, what’s wrong?

    WILL
    Hold on ma.

    The line rings.

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    Suicide hot line, your name please?

    WILL
    I need to speak with Sarah.

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    Sir, this is the suicide hot line.

    WILL
    Yes, I need to speak to one of your
    reps, Sarah.

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    One moment please.

    Will chews his fingernails and stares at his wide-eyed
    mother staring at him back.

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    Sir?

    WILL
    Yes?

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    I’m sorry sir, there is no Sarah
    who works here.

    WILL
    Bullshit, she gave me her private
    line to reach her.

    PATRICIA
    Who are you talking to Will?

    WILL
    Cool it mom. Hello, she gave me
    her number.

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    Sir, we do not have private lines,
    are you sure you called this
    Suicide prevention center?

    WILL
    Yes it was this fucking Suicide
    prevention Center, the number she
    gave me is-

    Will’s mother’s eyes go wide. Will, pats her shoulder and
    shakes his head to dismiss it as he unfolds the paper he was
    holding.

    WILL
    The fucking number she gave me was
    702 555 1212

    Will’s mother sits, her eyes stare into space unblinking.

    OPERATOR (O.S.)
    Sir, unless you are calling for
    support in suicide prevention, I
    cannot continue this discussion.

    WILL
    I don’t, Sarah... I need to speak
    to Sarah.

    The line goes dead. Will looks at his phone with wild
    eyes. He dials Sarah’s number again and gets the
    pre-recorded message of disconnect.

    He puts the phone and paper in his pocket. He looks down to
    his mother.

    WILL
    Mom, you alright?

    PATRICIA
    That number you called.

    WILL
    Long story mom, I was feeling real
    down a few days ago.

    PATRICIA
    The number-

    WILL
    Don’t worry about it mom. I talked
    to Sarah and she helped me a lot,
    she sounded so familiar, but now I
    just can’t reach her.

    PATRICIA
    You talked to Sarah...

    WILL
    Yeah Sarah.

    PATRCIA
    You, talked to SARAH.

    Will’s brows raise.

    PATRICIA
    702 555 1212

    WILL
    Yeah, that’s her number, was her
    number. It’s disconnected for some
    reason and I... don’t-

    Patricia giggles, then cries and then laughs. Will stares
    at his mother in fear.

    PATRICIA
    That number... Was your sisters
    number honey.

    Will goes pale and is forced to sit down.

    WILL
    Impossible...

    PATRICIA
    She’s an angel.

    Will stares unmoving, unblinking. His mother sits beside
    him using his shoulder to rest her head and smiling face.​
     
  2. Witty_Sarcasm

    Witty_Sarcasm Writer, Musician, Fun Lover, Magic Maker

    I read both parts and I think it's good, really well written. Thanks for sharing :)
     
  3. arckrc44

    arckrc44 Member

    Thank you for taking the time to read it! I'm glad you enjoyed it and as I make progress on the film I will post here to the forums until eventually I can post the actual film.
     
  4. cloudymemories

    cloudymemories Active Member

    Wow what a convenient story. My electricity is about to get shut off today and it's $168.

    This was an awesome story. I stayed interested in this. VERY good job. I hate reading but you kept me until the end.
     
  5. arckrc44

    arckrc44 Member

    Lol Cloudy. No such thing as coincedence. I am happy you liked it and will be even happier to share the progress as we make it.
     
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