INT. CRISTINA’S BEDROOM - MORNING
Cristina lies awake in bed, almost catatonic.
CRISTINA
(voiceover)
I can’t move. I need to move,
but I can’t.
She stares out the window. Snow is falling, frost already creeping around the edges of the pane.
CRISTINA
(voiceover)
I think I may be frozen to
this spot. Literally frozen.
PARKER stirs beside her in bed, wrapping an arm around her.
PARKER
I can stay. Keep you warm.
He nuzzles her neck. Cristina lies there, none too thrilled over his company.
PARKER (cont’d)
Do you like being the big
spoon or the little spoon?
CRISTINA
(voiceover)
I’m not a spoon, I’m a knife.
And I’m gonna stab you in
the eyeball.
She pulls away from Parker’s touch, engulfing herself into her blanket.
CRISTINA
You know, I think I’m gonna
try and get some sleep.
PARKER
You sure?
CHRISTINA
(voiceover)
I can’t look at you.
(spoken)
I’m sure.
Parker, crestfallen, kisses her neck one last time before getting out of bed and exiting the room.
Cristina turns and finds herself staring back at her reflection in the mirror.
CRISTINA
(voiceover - to herself)
I can’t look at you, either.
There are worse things I could do than go with a boy or two.
Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy and no good, I suppose it could be true.
But there are worse things I could do.
I could flirt with all the guys.
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance.
Make them think they stand a chance, then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.
I could stay home every night.
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day, and throw my life away on a dream that won’t come true.
I could hurt someone like me out of spite or jealousy.
I don’t steal and I don’t lie, but I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you…
That’s the worse thing I could do.
“ I’m the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side and sometimes, I want to kill myself. ”
Kathryn, Cruel Intentions
