INT. – DAYTIME – SIMONE ON BATHROOM FLOOR, CUTS ACROSS HER BACK, BLEEDING

STUDENT, KATHARINE

Miss Bradley, you really need to see a doctor. we have to get you out of here before anyone can get to you, please let us help.

The other students shake their heads, some in shock, others peering in from the bedroom.  Simone picks her head up, looks around, grabs a robe from the door and flees, running from the room, down the stairwell, floor after floor, sobbing, barefoot, the camera running alongside.

SIMONE

My God! My God! What have I done! Annabelle!!! (loudly, screaming, outside the school, drops the robe) Annabelle!!!!

Simone is naked, bleeding, shaking, students are watching in shock from the windows, as Simone haphazardly meanders through the parking lot, muttering now barely audible, the word "Annabelle."   A car screeches to a halt, and Simone falls forward onto the hood of the car, which barely missed hitting her.

ANNABELLE

My God, Simone, get in, move, now!!!

Annabelle hurries to move Simone into the car, and the sounds of sirens can be hear off in the distance. Simone collapses onto the passenger side, her head onto Annabelle’s lap. She mutters.

SIMONE (barely audible, whimpering, crying)

How? Where did you get? What is happening?

ANNABELLE

No more, Simone. Wherever we go, however this happens, the terror ends. I heard your screams down the hall., I know all about what Immaculata did to you. She hurt two of the girls in my study hall. She cannot continue to hurt us. Not like this. Not now. not ever. I know I love you, Simone. Whether you embrace me or not, forsake me or forget me, we simply cannot go back to that sorry ass excuse penitentiary posing as a school.

SIMONE

But Simone, they’ll arrest me. They’ll never let me have you the way it could be, the way it should be,

ANNABELLE

They’ll have no choice. They’d have to find us first. I can’t let you go, Simone. I love you. We can make anything happen. Sleep now my angel, it’s all under control.

Annabelle clutches the steering wheel tightly, continues to drive, faster and faster, away from the school, down an open stretch of road, the sirens drowned out by church bells. She touches Simone”s face, covers her with a coat, Simone closes her eyes in comfort on Annabelle’s lap.

The camera fades out as we watch the car speeding farther away with each chiming sound of the bell.  The credits begin to roll.