I wrote this for my grade eleven drama class. I want to do my ow monologue, but my drama teacher wont consider it unless it is perfect. Please go super hard on this.
(Everything in italics are stage directions.)
And I know its short-it's supposed to be.
[Taryn Collins is nineteen years old. She lives in New York City, going to NYU and has an abusive boyfriend.]
[Taryn is sitting alone in her bedroom, sitting on her bed.]
When you think of relationships, you think of roses and chocolates. When I think of relationships, I think of fear, pain and bruises. Every time he calls my name, I freeze, wondering if this would be the last time. Then I can hear him, stepping up the stairs, walking up the hallway. My heart stops, [Taryn draws circles on her bed with a finger. She’s shaking. Her voice begins to become faster.] then he throws open the door. I can smell the whiskey on his breath-he’s been drinking. He’s yelling, I probably forgot to do the dishes or clean the kitchen. He raises his hand and I flinch, waiting for the strike. [Taryn looks up, stops and takes a deep breath. Her voice returns to normal.] It never comes. My breath starts to come out in short, shaky gasps, and I wonder what’s happening. We lock eyes. He says something else, muttered, and leaves. My hearts starts to race again. I have avoided death now, but for how long?
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