Spoiler! :
(up-stage (left) foot on stage, on bottom stage left. Is staring high up at bottom-right, sort-of center, so audience can see easily.) No, no, those flashing blue lights can’t be for me…
(stomps fully onto stage, walks to center wile talking to lights) I don’t have any money! Why much you blast your lights so tantalizingly into my eyes? What have I done to hurt you? What have I done to betray you? What did I do wrong?
I wouldn’t even be here, on forty-third avenue at one in the morning, if it weren’t for stupid Natalie Irrkson. Irrkson. How fitting. And now, I find myself asking her the same question. What did I do wrong?
I’m sorry. I truly am. Was there a valid, legitimate reason you stabbed me in the back? I mean, I was your best friend. I did tons of things for you. And you go and do this! How friggin pathetic is that? I bet you think you’re the woman now! I bet you’re popular. I bet..! I bet…(eyes drop) I bet you’ve forgotten all about me. About me, who climbed a tree, broke my arm, and still retrieved your kite. We were tight as glue. Have you forgotten all about me? Did you really throw away your best friend in exchange for the group who will hang out with you for five minutes, than abandon you for the next pretty face? You shouldn’t have done that. I’m saying this in your best interest. I have one question for you: What did I do to bother you, to hurt you?
What did I do wrong?
Don’t feel too bad, Natalie (says sarcastically). You weren’t the only reason I ran away. It stated with the divorce. No, I’m not talking about Jon and Kate or anything. I’m talking about my parent’s divorce. How they hated each other. How they only got married because they both wanted a child. Sure, they talked about who gets the money. They talked about the house rights, they even argued over the dog. But me? No. Never, not once did I come up. It’s like they didn’t even know I was watching them when they fought.
Next came the bills. Tons of them. Then, little ol’ me, in her mom’s house which was always filled with strange young men, was, again, ignored. She started dining out with her boyfriends to get food and attention. I didn’t come. Nope. I barely got food! I received the scant leftovers, if there were leftovers at all.
It was even worse when I was at my dad’s house. His dog fought with me. Clobbered me. And he didn’t do anything. Maybe, once, I remember him saying ‘Clea, get away from my dog!’ But nothing about my personal heath. ‘Course not. ‘Cause no body cares about me.
Except for Natalie. I could evade it by having the almost daily sleepovers at her house. And now, I can’t even go there. I have no escape.
*sigh* Of course, there was always running away. I mean, I had to run! I had to throw away my life; I had to start fresh.
And now, staring at the flashing blue CANDY STORE lights, I can’t help but regret not taking some of my parent’s few dollar bills, as dishonest as that is. I mean, can’t you just see the lights? Bright, painstaking blue lights taunting me. Each little bulb crying ‘Come, eat my candy!’
*Sigh* I wish I could, store. I would in a heartbeat. If only stupid Natalie didn’t…! Aug! I’m stressing over her! Well… of course I am. She ruined my life. And now look at me. I’m talking to myself. I’m going insane.
*shakes head* I minus well go home. At least I eat there. Sometimes.
No! No one can make me go home! I’ll get whatever I need from somewhere. Somewhere. Somehow. I will not go home. Not now! I’ve gotten so far. I’ve trekked across the entire state of Vermont! Well… the tiny part at the bottom that is only four miles long, but isn’t that worthy of appraise, Natalie? Huh? Could you do that?
(Pauses for a good 20 seconds, panting)
I can’t do this much longer. I can’t take it. Not knowing if I’ll live to see tomorrow! It’s tearing me apart!
(Pauses for ten seconds, about.)
I can’t do it. I’m going home. *walks off-stage*
Gender:
Points: 922
Reviews: 49