(Lights come up Centre Stage, sitting with his head between his knees he looks up at the audience, tears have been streaming down his face and it's obvious. He moves to stand and the his bandaged wrists show)
Him: I-its cold. (he looks from side to side as if hoping to find something) I can feel it, you know? The cold that i feel, its not the usual cold. My body is warm enough, but my heart. My heart is so cold and i can't stand it. I just... I want to feel warmth again, like i'm not alone. (He begins pacing back and forth as if there were conflicting thoughts running through his head). Why? Why is it that when we lose love we get this complete and utter loss of life? Like the will to live just kinda.... dies... And it eventually makes us want to die. Trust me I know. I've tried. (he stops pacing, a blank look crosses his face as if he's completely forgotten everything, he looks at the audience with a blank stare), That's it... My emotions were telling me what to do. And now my head knows it, I just have to fade away. (he picks up the knife that's laying where he sat at the beginning), I just have to, use this to fade away, and then i wont worry about being hurt again, i wont have to worry about giving everything i have to someone who is just going to use me as his toy and then throw me away like i'm nothing. (Lights dim around him as he raises the knife to his wrist he looks out to the audience tears streaming from his face again) Goodbye... forever... I love you. (Lights shut off for a brief moment and then slowly come back up to reveal the body of the boy laying in a pool of his blood, having cut his wrist deep enough to kill himself) ~ Fin.
Him: I-its cold. (he looks from side to side as if hoping to find something) I can feel it, you know? The cold that i feel, its not the usual cold. My body is warm enough, but my heart. My heart is so cold and i can't stand it. I just... I want to feel warmth again, like i'm not alone. (He begins pacing back and forth as if there were conflicting thoughts running through his head). Why? Why is it that when we lose love we get this complete and utter loss of life? Like the will to live just kinda.... dies... And it eventually makes us want to die. Trust me I know. I've tried. (he stops pacing, a blank look crosses his face as if he's completely forgotten everything, he looks at the audience with a blank stare), That's it... My emotions were telling me what to do. And now my head knows it, I just have to fade away. (he picks up the knife that's laying where he sat at the beginning), I just have to, use this to fade away, and then i wont worry about being hurt again, i wont have to worry about giving everything i have to someone who is just going to use me as his toy and then throw me away like i'm nothing. (Lights dim around him as he raises the knife to his wrist he looks out to the audience tears streaming from his face again) Goodbye... forever... I love you. (Lights shut off for a brief moment and then slowly come back up to reveal the body of the boy laying in a pool of his blood, having cut his wrist deep enough to kill himself) ~ Fin.
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