Guilty Conscience
Girl Talking :It was my fault! Well…
Stage Direction: Begins fiddling
Girl Talking: I’m not too sure; I mean I do remember what happened. I have a very big guilty conscience now…I mean I remember that night so well, it can be quite scary. I mean…Well I…Well she…ermmm, I didn’t mean to harm her anyway
Stage Direction: Begins crying
Girl Talking: Why could I be so feeble, so selfish, I put my issues in front, I never usually do…Why couldn’t I listen to Sophie? For once, I mean my burden isn’t that big hers was and I made it worse.
Stage Direction: Stops crying and fiddling begins pacing
Girl Talking: Arghhh, I’m so self-centred, why couldn’t I die? Sophie was perfect in every way, she had the smarts, the looks oh and that smile
Stage Direction: Stops pacing, begins daydreaming
Girl Talking: ahhh, everything was perfect but like usual I ruined it all
Stage Direction: Croaks up and begins crying
Girl Talking: She was, just perfect, I ruined her life, her and everything surrounding her, I stopped her, I strangled her with my evil conniving words. But that call…I mean, I felt nerves & guilt…I contemplated whose fault it actually was, I mean whose fault was it? That call at 2am, my mum telling me those words: “Emily, Sophie’s dead”. I wanted to scream and punch her but at the same time reverse everything I said. I just wanted it to end, my life not hers. I didn’t mean anything I said, she isn’t ugly, she’s beautiful, I just got angry, annoyed like best friends do. Sophie was my best friend, I loved her like a friend, she committed suicide and it was my fault, why?
Stage Direction: Crash to floor crying.
Copyright © Olivia Powley | Year Posted 2014
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