Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Repercussions of being Weak (A monologue about a consequence)


JACK: an eighteen year old homosexual boy.
Setting: A dark room, the only light is from a closed curtain. JACK sits in center of the room, curled into a ball. Tears streaming down his face, its obvious he’s been crying for a few hours.

Jack: (Standing and looking out he goes to his computer and starts to type into the status bar) So here's a valuable lesson to you all... When you have something REALLY REALLY great and something makes you REALLY REALLY REALLY happy... Dont fuck it up. Dont let it go. DONT YOU FUCKING DARE DO A DAMNED THING TO MESS IT UP... Because when you do... You'll die, not physically but on the inside, and It hurts. It hurts like nothing else... so dont screw it up.... DON’T! (More tears stream down his face, he falls to his knees and softly whispers) I’m so, sorry… I am. (Falls into the fetal position crying uncontrollably)