[Deb is standing in front of her mirror, and there's writing on it, it's black and thick and from the way she's staring at it, it's pretty clear she didn't put it there.
The words: "The stars have all gone away" are there in thick black writing, and from the streaks on the mirror, it's clear Deb has tried to wipe them away.
More than once.]
This is so not fucking funny. I fucking mean it. I don't get this whole mirror shit, and I don't like it, and someone please explain what the fuck this shit means.
[A beat, and there's a quieter, more personal sort of anger there, the one that comes with Deb being scared.]
And how to make it fucking stop!
The words: "The stars have all gone away" are there in thick black writing, and from the streaks on the mirror, it's clear Deb has tried to wipe them away.
More than once.]
This is so not fucking funny. I fucking mean it. I don't get this whole mirror shit, and I don't like it, and someone please explain what the fuck this shit means.
[A beat, and there's a quieter, more personal sort of anger there, the one that comes with Deb being scared.]
And how to make it fucking stop!