Béthanie
05 December 2025
He staggered around the room as his vision narrowed and blurred. He pushed his left hand against the wall to support his body. Breathe in. Breathe out. Close your eyes.
After what seemed to be an eternity, he opened his eyes. The narrowing, the blur was gone. He took off his supporting hand and he was shocked to see a crimson handprint on the wall. His eyes widened as he looked at his hand, covered in red...
“B… blood?” His left hand was shaking as he moved it nearer to his face to see it closer.
He glanced at his right hand and the glint of the blade caught his eye. His right hand was still clutching a large kitchen knife, blood still dripping from its tip.
He let out a yelp as he dropped the knife. “What have I done?” He muttered. His heart was racing, his confused mind was trying to put pieces of broken memory together.
He looked backwards and his entire handiwork came into full view.
“NO!! Oh my God what have I done??”
His son was lying motionless on the floor. Three large stab wounds opened up his chest and stomach as the blood turned his previously-white T-shirt into red. His plaid shirt was sodden with his own lifeblood, draining out of him and forming a crimson pool on the white tiles.
“My son!” His legs buckled beneath him and he fell on his knees. He crawled towards where his dead son lay down. “What have I done to you? You were the only one I have left…”
He cradled his son’s head onto his arms and gingerly stroked his blond hair. “Please tell Dad you’re still alive, please...?”
His son’s lifeless visage became bleary as tears started falling down his cheeks. “Please, say something…”
He reached for his son’s limp arm and held his hand. “I promise, if you just tell me you’re okay, Dad will stop this habit and I’ll be sober like you me wanted to be…” But it was no use. He could feel the warmth escaping from his son’s hand. “I promise you that…”
He let go of the hand and touched his son’s chin, lifting it up like how a father teaches his son to always hold his head high. “You’re the only one who cared… you don’t deserve this.”
The father wailed loudly as the realisation of his deed sank in. He hugged his son’s corpse tightly, mumbling words of sorrow and despair. “I’m sorry, my son. Dad is sorry. Please forgive me Caël…”
“CUT!”
“… Dad is sorry. I – ”
“CUT!” The director commanded again. “Erwan we will need to shoot that scene again.”
A soft whimper still managed to escape Erwan before he could completely suppress his emotions. He let go of his son’s body. Erwan lifted his head up to look at all the crew around him.
“Why?” He unconsciously wiped the tears off his cheeks, smearing fake blood all over his face.
“You said my name,” Caël opened his eyes to look at his father. Caël was barely suppressing a laugh and was grinning despite wallowing in fake blood.
“Did I?” Erwan asked incredulously.
“You did say Caël,” the soundman confirmed.
Caël started chuckling. “Dad, my character’s name is Brendan.”
“Oh shoot,” Erwan grunted in embarrassment. “I got carried away. I’m sorry, let’s please do another one.”
"UH-OH BLOOPER!" Caël bantered his father.
Everyone burst into laughter.
05 December 2025
He staggered around the room as his vision narrowed and blurred. He pushed his left hand against the wall to support his body. Breathe in. Breathe out. Close your eyes.
After what seemed to be an eternity, he opened his eyes. The narrowing, the blur was gone. He took off his supporting hand and he was shocked to see a crimson handprint on the wall. His eyes widened as he looked at his hand, covered in red...
“B… blood?” His left hand was shaking as he moved it nearer to his face to see it closer.
He glanced at his right hand and the glint of the blade caught his eye. His right hand was still clutching a large kitchen knife, blood still dripping from its tip.
He let out a yelp as he dropped the knife. “What have I done?” He muttered. His heart was racing, his confused mind was trying to put pieces of broken memory together.
He looked backwards and his entire handiwork came into full view.
“NO!! Oh my God what have I done??”
His son was lying motionless on the floor. Three large stab wounds opened up his chest and stomach as the blood turned his previously-white T-shirt into red. His plaid shirt was sodden with his own lifeblood, draining out of him and forming a crimson pool on the white tiles.
“My son!” His legs buckled beneath him and he fell on his knees. He crawled towards where his dead son lay down. “What have I done to you? You were the only one I have left…”
He cradled his son’s head onto his arms and gingerly stroked his blond hair. “Please tell Dad you’re still alive, please...?”
His son’s lifeless visage became bleary as tears started falling down his cheeks. “Please, say something…”
He reached for his son’s limp arm and held his hand. “I promise, if you just tell me you’re okay, Dad will stop this habit and I’ll be sober like you me wanted to be…” But it was no use. He could feel the warmth escaping from his son’s hand. “I promise you that…”
He let go of the hand and touched his son’s chin, lifting it up like how a father teaches his son to always hold his head high. “You’re the only one who cared… you don’t deserve this.”
The father wailed loudly as the realisation of his deed sank in. He hugged his son’s corpse tightly, mumbling words of sorrow and despair. “I’m sorry, my son. Dad is sorry. Please forgive me Caël…”
“CUT!”
“… Dad is sorry. I – ”
“CUT!” The director commanded again. “Erwan we will need to shoot that scene again.”
A soft whimper still managed to escape Erwan before he could completely suppress his emotions. He let go of his son’s body. Erwan lifted his head up to look at all the crew around him.
“Why?” He unconsciously wiped the tears off his cheeks, smearing fake blood all over his face.
“You said my name,” Caël opened his eyes to look at his father. Caël was barely suppressing a laugh and was grinning despite wallowing in fake blood.
“Did I?” Erwan asked incredulously.
“You did say Caël,” the soundman confirmed.
Caël started chuckling. “Dad, my character’s name is Brendan.”
“Oh shoot,” Erwan grunted in embarrassment. “I got carried away. I’m sorry, let’s please do another one.”
"UH-OH BLOOPER!" Caël bantered his father.
Everyone burst into laughter.