Another Night

 

 

Scene: A bed room- a bed upstage, a CD player stage left, a girl down center w/ a pill bottle, a CD and a bottle of water empty.  A dresser is unseen in front of her.

 

I remember sitting here counting the pills. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9… 10…11…12.  12 muscle relaxers. *Shakes bottle* This was half-full.  Empty now.  I still can believe I did it.  Couldn’t take it anymore.  It looked like the only way out.  There was no one left to talk to.  Dad was gone… again.  I called mom, but she was too busy of course.  I remember asking her how many pills I could take for my back- she said two- OOPS.  I was talking but she didn’t hear me.  She never does.

I remember putting on my favorite CD- Middle of Nowhere… Hanson- nothing like a little bubble gum pop to lighten the mood.  My back really did hurt, I wasn’t completely lying.  It’s all the stress- I just couldn’t take it anymore.  Mom always said I’d be the death of me.  Taking on too many things at one time.  I never did know when enough was enough.  I always thought I could handle more with practice.

I didn’t cry after I took the pills- I remember that most vividly.  The tears were just gone.  I was numb.

I laid down in my bed w/ my CD case.  Covered myself with my blanket- even though it was late May and very hot.  I closed my eyes and fell away from the world.

I didn’t leave a note, that would have been too cliché.  Besides no one listened to me when I was there- why would they do it when I was gone.  They probably wouldn’t even realize I was gone.  Wouldn’t even cry I thought.  Boy did they cry. *Shakes head*

*Stand up and look @ the bed*

So peaceful………I look pale. *Sit* *Sigh* I guess that’s what happens when you’re dead.

Reviews

[Trée]

I've always believe one could listen a soul into life or not listen it into death. So much of what you write rings true and rings close to home. Feeling numb because the tears no longer serve a purpose; others on the end of a phone but not really there; the recognition that a note would, like the tears, fall on uncomprehending minds and the desire to make the effort one more time, to walk half way across the bridge only to find no one there, again, is just not worth the energy of the thought. Love the play. Nicely done.

[Angel's Lady]

Very touching...
I wonder if that's what people really think.

[angelina neves]

Uau! so much said in so little words! all the ambience sounds real... wonderfully done.