ENOUGH

A screenplay written by Abir Mohammad

[The scene starts off with a girl, Halima, sitting on a bench, hands in pockets, thinking. Flashbacks of the past come slowly, through one lined audio. The girl gets up and walks out of the frame. We then see her walking, as the camera follows her. A voiceover occurs.]

HALIMA: I've never had it easy. People may say I have, but in all honesty, it's never been that way. When I was five my dad left me. Not by choice, somebody else made it for him. My mum couldn't handle the pressure of raising three children on her own, with the eldest being seven, so she gave up with her middle child and only helped out the other two; my little sister, Maya, and my older brother, Keff. And even they didn't get enough attention. I didn't have the time to do what the other kids did, watch TV, pick a hobby, hang out with friends. None of that was even an option. And did any of that hard work pay off today? All of that self teaching, cleaning, cooking, any of it? Ha. Not at all. I'm still weak, useless and pathetic. After all these years and nothing has ever gone my way. But the point that really got to me was in year seven, when I met three girls that took it upon themselves to make my life a living nightmare; Brilee, Hannah and Laila.

[Between each name, close up of each girl giving a menacing look at the camera occurs]

[A scene of the girls bullying Halima takes place. The voiceover plays on top of the scene]

HALIMA: As soon as we got to know each other I'd never ever felt more worthless than I have around the three of them. I didn't have any friends, and I grew content with that, until they came into my life. They let me know of how worthless I am on a daily basis with both their actions and their words. I'd be walking on a street and if they'd see me coming they would terrorise me like there's no tomorrow.

[The scene cuts to Halima walking along a pathway. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: I remember them calling me names, telling me to hang myself. I swear, even one day they passed me a rope to do it. I could never, ever, find my peace here. I used to go home and tell my mum, hoping for maybe somebody to care about me. But I was wrong to think that even my own mother would stay around. I forgot the fact that I wasn't the loved child. That I literally had nobody around, ever since dad left.

[The scene cuts to Halima being bullied. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: It just, it really hurts to know that there is nobody out there thinking to themselves that maybe Halima needs help. Maybe Halima needs somebody to reach out to her and tell her that she is actually a good person in their eyes, that she is strong, she is kind, she is thoughtful. That everything she has ever thought about herself is a lie and that she is actually just like everybody else. Happy. I don't know why I expected people to believe in me. Probably because others seem to be happy and I expected life to treat me fairly. I don't know, I just wanted to smile truthfully again.

[The scene cuts to Halima walking along a pathway. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: I just wanted to feel okay. All I wanted was for some help, but I guess I wasn't gonna get that any time soon. I shouldn't of had expected all of these people to care about me, because I wasn't of any help to anybody. It's why I'd been called names like "useless", "pathetic" and a "waste of space". They literally meant it, despite how I felt about it. Because it was true.

[The scene cuts to Halima being bullied. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: I remember one time when I felt really down. Nobody was there to help me when it happened. I remember being attacked in the park. I was on my own, as per usual, and Brilee and Hannah had stolen my stuff. I was defenceless; I couldn't do anything because they were bigger than me, and stronger. I had nothing to help myself. I was literally pathetic and useless at that point, without even personal strength to fight back.

[The scene cuts to Halima walking along a pathway. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: When I come back here it hurts to remember what had happened. It repeats the event in my head over and over again. I had to run away as soon as I could because there was no point in staying. But even then it still hurt a lot. It's still a horrible situation to think of; the fact that I had to save for ages just to treat myself to a little gift, and they stole it from me. They took my glasses with it. Well at least I got to come home to no yelling. My mum couldn't care less, I don't even think she noticed.

[The scene cuts to Halima being bullied. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: It pains me so much to look back and realise that so many of my memories are of me getting bullied. They're of me in tears, or pushed to a tree, attacked, thrown to the ground. That's what my life is like. That's what every day of my pathetic existence consists of; no family to be there for me when I'm crying, no friends to comfort me by taking me out, no brains to help me survive silly situations. Absolutely nothing to help me get through the day with a smile. And I really, really, really hate that.

[The scene cuts to Halima walking along a pathway. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: Knowing that I wouldn't have the perfect life, I grew up trying to teach myself the art of independence. It was all I had but I guess that life isn't for me. I guess that no matter how hard I try I won't actually be able to get through it on my own. I'm not cut out for that, because I guess I really need somebody to be there for me for when I'm down. When I'm literally pushed to the ground, it would be great to have somebody pick me up. It would mean the world to me to have somebody else be there when I need them. I don't care who, I just want some help. And I've looked for it, through friends and family… but it'll never be found.

[The scene cuts to Halima being bullied. The voiceover continues]

HALIMA: Constant bullying by the same people over and over again, and nobody is there to defend me. Nobody can help me become something better, to help me overcome the pain that all of this causes me. I don't know how much of it I can take any more. It just, it hurts far too much to see everybody else is happy, except I can never escape into that fantasy. I can never reach something that others find so simply because I'm left alone getting all of this every day. But maybe I can get help. Maybe somebody will finally care for me. But I guess that sometimes it may be too late.

[The scene ends with the bullies walking off. The frame pauses and soon fades to black]