The Awakened Pt. 1 (movie script)

Synopsis:
Deep inside of one’s dream, how far can someone go? Do we only perceive the things we fear until our mind is ready to wake up? Or can we lose ourselves between what is real and what is not? Beyond the limits, time can only stand still. So the question is not when you wake up…but where you wake up.

Scene 1:
Late at night, as the heavy storm passes by, the sound of Kiera and Michael making love echoed throughout the house. Between the sounds of Kiera and the clashing of lightening, nothing could be heard otherwise. As they’re making love, the door in the background starts to creak open. Just barely hearing it, Kiera turns around to see what it was. She noticed the door wide open. All of a sudden, she could hear her father’s voice…

Kiera’s Father: “Kiera, darling, don’t you know that daddy is the only guy that really loves you?”

Frightened by the shock of hearing her father’s voice, she turns around and glances at Michael. Though, instead, she sees her father underneath her. She screams and jumps off the bed. As she kept stepping backwards, frantically, towards the open door, a hand grasps onto her shoulder. She turns around and sees her mother.

Kiera’s Mother: “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Kiera. You have to be punished. Remember though, mommy loves you.”

As Kiera’s mother smiles, she pulls out a knife. Her father grabs her from behind and restrains her as her mother slits her throat.

Scene 2:
The morning sun rises and Kiera jumps in fright after having a terrible nightmare. She tries pulling herself together, hoping that she can have a nice day without thinking about her dream. But as she made her way down to the kitchen and started making coffee, she thought once more of the dream and began to cry.

Tina (Kiera’s sister): “Kiera…are you okay? I can hear you from upstairs.”
Kiera: “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just had a really bad dream last night. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Tina: “Do you want to talk about it?”
Kiera: “No, I’m fine. It just…it just seemed so real. I thought mo…(stops herself)…someone actually killed me.”
Tina: “Who was it? You almost said it.”
Kiera: “It was no one. Like I said,I don’t want to talk about it.”
Tiera: “Kiera, you’ve got to trust me. Until mom and dad get back from their trip, it’s up to us to take care of each other.”
Kiera: “Well, don’t worry about me.I’ll be fine. It was just a dream anyways. No harm comes from a dream.”
Tiera: “Yeah, well, just be careful. Okay?”
Kiera: “Alright. Thanks sis.”

Kiera walks off and out the front door. She heads to the car and pulls out her keys. As she inserts the key into her car, she felt someone’s hand grasp her shoulder. She jumps up and presses her back against the car door.

Michael: “Whoa! Babe, are you okay? It’s just me.”
Kiera: “Holy shit, Michael! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”
Michael: “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were so jumpy today.”
Kiera: “Well, next time, you’ll know better not to sneak up on me.”
Michael: “Hey, I said I was sorry.”

Ignoring Michael, Kiera gets into her car and drives off to work.

Tina: “Hey, Michael. What brings you here?”
Michael: “Well, I was hoping to see Kiera before she left for work.”
Tina: “Oh, really? Well you just missed her.”
Michael: “No, I didn’t. I wish I did though.”
Tina: “Why do you say that?”
Michael: “Because she just got done bitching me out for scaring her on accident. She practically ignored me apologizing.”
Tina: “Kiera? Bitching you out? Well that’s a first.”
Michael: “Yeah, I know. Do you know what’s wrong with her?”
Tina: “I’m not too sure. She mentioned something about a dream that she had last night.”
Michael: “A dream?”
Tina: “Yeah, it scared the shit out of her apparently. I found her in the kitchen crying over it.”
Michael: “Hmm…you think I should talk to her about it?”
Tina: “Nah. Just let her cool down a bit. She’ll be just fine. Trust me.”
Michael: “Yeah, I hope you’re right.”

From there, both Tina and Michael split their ways and drive off.

Scene 3:
As Kiera is driving by, she starts feeling dizzy. She pulls over as fast as she can and stumbles out of the car. As she leans herself on the left side of the front bumper, she begins thinking about her dream as if she’s falling asleep right there. One by one, it was if it was happening in front of her, but knows in her mind that she’s only on the side of the road and about to pass out.

Kiera’s Mother: “Kiiieeerrraaa…Don’t think I don’t know what you and your boyfriend do every niiigghht. You’ve been a very bad girl lately…”

The familiar voice of her mother keeps speaking out in her head, over and over again. As she tries ignoring the noise, she starts to feel like she’s losing oxygen and is beginning to feel warmer. She bends down, with her hands on her knees, hoping that the voice will just pass over soon. Once more, she feels a hand grasp her shoulder.

Kiera: (jolts back and falls on the dirty ground)
Michael: “Oh my god…I’m sooo sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you again. I was actually driving to see you to make sure you were okay when I saw you leaning on your car on the side of the road. I thought something might’ve happened.”
Kiera: “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Look, I didn’t mean to blow up on you back at the house. I just wasn’t really having the best morning.”
Michael: “I know, the dream, right?”
Kiera: “How’d you know?”
Michael: “Your sister told me.”
Kiera: “What all did she say to you?”
Michael: “Nothing, really, just something about a dream that you had and that it seemed to have scared the hell out of you or something like that.”
Kiera: “Dammit, Tina. I can’t believe she talked about it. I don’t feel comfortable knowing that someone knows about what I’m dreaming. The dream, itself, is bad enough as is.”
Michael: “Hey, don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with having a nightmare. Everyone tends to get them every once in a while.”
Kiera: “Yes, but this one isn’t like most dreams. It’s like…you know what, forget it. I really don’t want to talk about it and I’m almost late for work. I’ll call you whenever I can, okay?”
Michael: “Are you sure you’re going to be alright though?”

Ignoring Michael once again, Kiera gets into her car and drives off.

Michael: (shouting) “I love you…. god dammit.”(speaking under his breath)

Scene 4:
There, as Kiera drives into the parking lot of Citi Banking Agency, she keeps thinking about everything going on with her today. She walks through the door and checks in. She makes her way to the back of the building and sits by her desk, trying to figure out which stacks of paperwork to do. Feeling like it’s been a long day already, she throws her head, at a swift pace, towards the desk and closes her eyes to try to clear her mind. The only problem is that, every time she closes her eyes, the same thing comes back – the dream and her parents.

She opens her eyes and lifts her head back up, giving out a good self-therapeutic breathing session for a few seconds so she can calm herself down before getting back to work. Through each paper she works on, she keeps telling herself in her mind that she’ll get through the day without anything bad happening. As she works on some of the paperwork for part of the IRA rollovers, hours begin to pass by. Not really paying attention to the time, she glances at her watch and sees 7:39 PM.

Kiera: “I haven’t been here that long. Surely it’s not that late.”

Shocked by the time her watch told her, she skims her eyes around the room in search of a clock. With no luck, she gets up from her desk and walks to the main entrance area of the bank, hoping that someone would have an accurate time. But as she walks towards the entrance, she notices that the entire building is empty with the lights turned off.  Confused, she hurries back to her desk to gather her things, not knowing what’s going on. But when she reaches the door to the room she was recently in, she tries opening it to no avail. It seems that the door is either locked or stuck. Neither of the choices seems likely, seeing as how she appears to be alone and the door was working just fine moments ago.

Now scared, she runs towards the exit. But when she presses the weight of her hands onto the door, it refuses to open. She screams and paces herself towards the nearest phone, hoping that she can contact the police and tell them that something’s going on. But, as everything else has been, no luck came through as she finds out that the phone isn’t working either.

Believing that nothing else bad can happen – after all, she’s trained her mind that this is the worse that it can get – odd sounds begin to waver around the building as if it’s getting closer. Frightened, she begins crawling backwards, making sure she keeps an eye around her surroundings, pinning herself to the front of a randomly chosen desk, thinking that she’s safe as long as she stays by it.

Kiera’s Father: (leaning over the table and staring at Kiera) “Oh, my sweet Kiera. Daddy’s got you. Nothing can hurt you now (he says in a gentle voice as he smirks at her).”

Kiera slowly looks up, frightened by what she’s about to see, and notices her father. She screams and tries picking herself up. As she barely gets up, stumbling by every step she makes, she glances back to see her father still leaning over the table, staring at her. She looks back to the front, but somehow slams into her father’s arms.

Kiera’s Father: (in Michael’s voice) “Oh, come on, baby. Fuck me like you do to Michael every other night.”
Kiera: (screaming while trying to get away) “Get the fuck off of me! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Her head rises; screaming from what she’d witnessed, and falls back from her chair. She looks up in a hurry, thinking that she’s still being attacked by her father. But she then notices that she’s back in the same room, by the same desk filled with all the papers she thought she’d done earlier. She looks at her watch and notices that it’s only been 10 minutes since she got to work. She fast-steps towards the entrance hall to see if anyone was there. She peeks out the door and sees a normal crowd of employees and clients.

Still shaking from what she’d just gone through, she gets her things and leaves work, hoping to see someone that can help her figure out what’s going on.