FInal Draft, right here! In a strange turn of events, I'm actually allowed to do this for my class, so i should say thanks! Thanks, guys! Thoughts on this draft?
Emily Peace-19 years old, female
[Emily is sitting alone in her bedroom, sitting on her bed. She clutches a little teddy bear, a small gift. She is well dressed, though a sweater hides a large bandage on her right forearm. There is a cut on her cheek, which is still red with blood.]
Love. Why love? I mean, it’s not like I’m not in love with him. I mean, every time I see him, my heart races, I blush and I feel like a fifth grader again. He’s amazing. I mean, he’s amazing when he’s sober. [Smile fades as she looks into the distance] At first, it truly was pure love. There were romantic walks by the moonlight, picnics and random little presents. [Throws teddy bear onto the floor.] Then he changed, and not for the better.
It wasn’t even his fault. It was the drinking and the drugs. I always felt like I should be with him, make sure he didn’t go too crazy. [Short, harsh laugh] It never worked. [Her voice begins to become faster.] I always tried to hide my fear, make it look like he didn’t scare me. That was all a lie. He knew it and I knew it. [Emily crosses to downstage left, sits down at a desk and looks in a mirror] When I resisted, he rewarded me with the bruises, cuts and burns. He liked being strong and in control, liked seeing me in tears, liked seeing me fight for my life. [Emily puts down the mirror and stares into the audience.] The funny thing was that I couldn’t imagine what I’d do without him. [Stands up, crosses to centre stage] He was my world. He’s everything to me, and I’m nothing without him.
[Pauses, sits back down on the bed. You hear a small sigh as BLACKOUT!]
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