Through a sepia filter, Darius Rucker plays the guitar on stage.
A young woman slumps in a chair, clutching a blanket with her tear-streaked hands. A bus drives past a motel and enters the expressway. She crosses the street, hugging herself. A man, sitting on the couch in his garage, tosses his cigarette and watches the rain pelt his driveway and form puddles.
A couple stops their car in the road. A mother, holding her umbrella, comforts her weeping child. An older woman watches the young woman hike up her dress while waiting to cross another street. The young woman runs. Two friends, with their hands on their chins, watch the rain from the window. The mother turns around after hearing the young woman’s footsteps on the pavement.
The young woman moves from clothes on the bed and falls by the side of it, laughing. The couple kisses in the car. Postcards flip by from Las Vegas and Cleveland. The young woman runs again and pulls at her hair while standing on the sidewalk. She walks into the restaurant. Everyone turns around, staring at her.
A ten-year-old girl clings to a chain-link fence. The young woman cries in the back lot of the restaurant. A second young woman sleeps and then opens her eyes while she gets a tattoo.
The young woman suffers from depression. However, her father dismisses her as crazy. He sees her running out of the house and believes she’ll get over it one day. He carries on his day and doesn’t bother to wait up for her. She’ll come back. She always does.
The older woman a few blocks away wishes someone would help her. She reminds her of herself as a twentysomething. The older woman figures she made it through on her own like she did. In the meantime, she’ll continue to watch from afar.
The young woman takes a bus to Cleveland and then to Las Vegas. No one cares about her. Not one person stopped her. They think she’s being melodramatic. However, she can’t make the pain go away. She finds a restaurant and runs inside, trying to get shelter from the rain. However, everyone looks at her as some damaged woman off her meds.
Shamed for her emotions and chilled by the apathy around her, she continues to run. Someone somewhere will put take their time and help.
Director: Adolfo Doring Year: 1994
Pam Avoledo’s love of pop culture began in 1999 with the message boards dedicated to shows on the CW (then WB). She graduated from Oakland University in 2006 with a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism.
When she is not debating whether Dawson should’ve ended up with Joey, she looks at cute dog memes on social media.