Jay_Quessir
14th May 2005, 08:11 AM
Setting: A Quite, Room. There is a bed in the center and a table beside it. On the table is a bood with a camera inside it.
Sex: Male
Age: Late Teens, Early 20s.
Background: After living a tragic life, a boy recounts his life, the troubles he's faced, and the people he has lost.
(steps onto stage and sits down on corner of bed looking down at his hands as he rubs them together) Ya know, (looks out at audience) I remember a time when I used to love trains. Thomas the Tank, the little engine that could, man! I loved em all. I would play for hours with my dad's train set. (beat) Boy was it big! 17 cars, 2 engines, and even little villagers to set about the towns! But...now I fear the damned things. (beat) I can still hear that deafening whistle as the train's wheels clicked on the tracks coming closer, closer. Those headlights, burning into my eyes as I tried, oh how I tried, to free him. (beat) I had to save my life! Had to free myself! I left him to die! (beat) GOD! What kind of man am I?!?
What kind of man would leave his own brother to die? What kind of man would just watch as the guilty live and the innocent die? I am no man. None of us truly are as the old ways go. But standards are lower now for what makes a man. So, I suppose I still am. But not a damn good one!
Too many times have people died when it should have been me. Too many times have I been the one who killed them. (beat) Well, not physically but through sequence. I was the one who started the dominoe tumbling that finally reached their lifestrings. I suppose I could then be considered a murderer. (realizing) Oh God! I don't deserve to go on. I suppose that's why I started this whole thing. To say my last good byes. I have too many regrets, my mind is too far gone. I shall say to you all one final parting: I'm sorry for the grief this will cause. I'm sorry mom. Screw you dad, I'll see you in hell. (stands up with potion bottle in hand and walks to the table to grab a book. reveals that it is a camera and then points the lense into his face.)
It's all led me to this path. The final dead end road I will ever take. THanks for the pushing and shoving me to my future! All of your 'support' has finally propelled me down a road that leads to this bottomless pit. (beat) I hear a train coming...faintly now, it seems. Very faintly. (looks left stage and is shocked.) It's coming and I hear that damned whistle. Toot toot...toot toot...toot toot...toot (takes potion to lips and swallows, slowly falling to the ground) It's upon me...toot...toot...too-
(he falls completely to the floor and his arm hits the floor downstage of his body. The potion bottle slips from his open hands.)
Sex: Male
Age: Late Teens, Early 20s.
Background: After living a tragic life, a boy recounts his life, the troubles he's faced, and the people he has lost.
(steps onto stage and sits down on corner of bed looking down at his hands as he rubs them together) Ya know, (looks out at audience) I remember a time when I used to love trains. Thomas the Tank, the little engine that could, man! I loved em all. I would play for hours with my dad's train set. (beat) Boy was it big! 17 cars, 2 engines, and even little villagers to set about the towns! But...now I fear the damned things. (beat) I can still hear that deafening whistle as the train's wheels clicked on the tracks coming closer, closer. Those headlights, burning into my eyes as I tried, oh how I tried, to free him. (beat) I had to save my life! Had to free myself! I left him to die! (beat) GOD! What kind of man am I?!?
What kind of man would leave his own brother to die? What kind of man would just watch as the guilty live and the innocent die? I am no man. None of us truly are as the old ways go. But standards are lower now for what makes a man. So, I suppose I still am. But not a damn good one!
Too many times have people died when it should have been me. Too many times have I been the one who killed them. (beat) Well, not physically but through sequence. I was the one who started the dominoe tumbling that finally reached their lifestrings. I suppose I could then be considered a murderer. (realizing) Oh God! I don't deserve to go on. I suppose that's why I started this whole thing. To say my last good byes. I have too many regrets, my mind is too far gone. I shall say to you all one final parting: I'm sorry for the grief this will cause. I'm sorry mom. Screw you dad, I'll see you in hell. (stands up with potion bottle in hand and walks to the table to grab a book. reveals that it is a camera and then points the lense into his face.)
It's all led me to this path. The final dead end road I will ever take. THanks for the pushing and shoving me to my future! All of your 'support' has finally propelled me down a road that leads to this bottomless pit. (beat) I hear a train coming...faintly now, it seems. Very faintly. (looks left stage and is shocked.) It's coming and I hear that damned whistle. Toot toot...toot toot...toot toot...toot (takes potion to lips and swallows, slowly falling to the ground) It's upon me...toot...toot...too-
(he falls completely to the floor and his arm hits the floor downstage of his body. The potion bottle slips from his open hands.)