I hate you for being a Hero

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Coping with loss

Submitted: January 06, 2015

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Curtain opens to a middle age woman sitting at the dinning room table smoking a cigarette. She is staring at an empty seat. The kitchen table is dirty and field with dirty dishes. To her right is an ashtray and a whiskey bottle..

 

Woman: You think you’re better than me? Huh?  (Flicks her cigarette and takes another drag. Pauses as If waiting for an answer). Well you must…..sitting there looking at me like that! You must thing I’m worst than pig slop. (Takes one last puff of cigarette and puts it out in the ashtray) Sitting there on your high horse staring at me like that. Who do you think you are? What gives you the damn right? (Picks up the whiskey bottle pours a glass and empties  the content. Then tosses it against the wall) I hate you, you hear!!!. (words slurred) I fucking hate you . (Gets up and shoves everything off the table continuing to scream) I hate you. I hate you. (falls down on the floor and starts to weep. Spot light follows woman) (Long pause). (the sound of sobs ) Why Brian? Why!!  (Crying) You promised me. You promised me that we would always be together! You’re a liar. (She gets up and starts pacing stopping each time to look at the chair) I told you not to go out that night (No longer crying. sounding angry) I told you I had a bad feeling. . But no, you had to go be a savior to the world. It wasn’t even your night to work, you asshole. You should be here with me and now you’re DEAD. You’re dead, how does that feel? Do you feel like a hero? Because that’s what they’re calling you now. You’re an idiot. (Picks up a cigarette off of the floor and lights it. Picks up the chair and sits back down) (woman starts laughing hysterically (As she moves the spotlight follows her and we focus on the once empty chair. This now has a jacket draped over it) Sneaky little bastard. (she says with a sly smile on her face). (Picks up another bottle of whisky and pours herself a drink, swallows it in one gulp) What… am I… going to do without you. (lights fade to black) (scene)


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