(Sitting on a toilet with a bottle of prescription Vicoden and a lit candle. Ambiance one of loneliness and
grime, dirty face, messy hair, mascara smeared with wrinkled pajamas.)
-blue lights
-soft 90's RnB playing in the background
FEMALE SPEAKS:
SOMETIMES I SIT BESIDE MY WINDOW CURSING THE DAY I EVEN MET YOU
AS QUESTIONS OF HOPE MALINGER WITH FEAR
YOU LEFT ME ALONE TO WIPE MY OWN TEARS
DISGRACE.
A SALTY TASTE
AS I DOUBT EVEN GOLDEN TRUTHS NOW,
SO BLUE
I ASK YOU
WHERE DO I GO?
WHAT IS A HOME??
TO A LADY IN NEED,
A PERSON LIKE ME,
THROWN TO WASTE BY UNFORGIVING SOCIETY
THROWN BY THE WAYSIDE BY EVEN THE FAMILY.
MALE NARRATOR SPEAKS OVER THE SPEAKERS:
Where is Hope? and Who is my God?
When all there is to do is to subdue this pain and use
this illegal dope?
Suicidal issues grow again...
darkness ENVELOPED
negative perspective
PAIN.
Who knows this type of depression?
( Female takes the pills grabs her paper and pen and speaks belligerently )
FEMALE SPEAKS AGAIN:
TEARS HIT THE PAPER AND ALL ODDS UP AHEAD...
LOVE IS AN ODD I CANNOT BEAT!
LOVE NO LONGER MY OBJECTIVE FOR IT LEAVES ME!
LOVE IS A TRICK -and MY SANITY is ITS TREAT!-
(Female breaks down and cries, dies, leaves no suicide letter)
FEMALE DIES: FEMALE OVER SPEAKER:
MY HOME WILL BE IN THE SKY AMONGST THE STARS AND HIS LIES.
WHERE IS HOPE?
WHAT IS A CHANCE?
WHO IS FOR ME?
QUESTIONS WRITTEN TO THE OBLIVION IN WHICH I LAY...
NO MORE PAIN BUT
AY,
SUCH DISMAY!
