(Sitting on a bed singing to herself while filing her nails. At the sound of someone getting in a car and driving away, she stops singing and goes to look out window.)
Off to the beer store again, eh? I thought you went there yesterday; the day before too as a matter of fact. Why can't we just leave? He treats you like you're nothing mom. I'm eighteen years younger than you and I can see that. Why can't you? I mean, all you have to do is look in the mirror at all the scars he gave you. Isn't that enough?
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that there's an easier way; that there's a way of coping with things the way they are. Well there isn't! You keep trying to tell me that things are getting better, but I've seen the fresh cuts and bruises. You're not fooling anyone. I can't believe you think we should stay. And I can't believe I'm talking to myself again.
Hey, I don't have to put up with this. (Brings out a suitcase and throws it on the floor.) I don't care anymore what you think we should do. I'm not staying here a day longer. I'm tired of having to slink up to my bedroom every day, trying to escape the sounds of you two fighting all the time. I'm tired of all this endless torture. Besides, for all the money we've got here, I might as well be living on the streets. (Makes to leave, but remembers teddy bear.)
I'm sorry Grover. I almost forgot you. (Looks to door, but stops.) Mom, I know you're not here, but I've got a question before I go. Did you ever wonder what really happened to our cat Sugar? I lied when I said she ran out the door on me. I found her on the grass in the backyard, dead. She was bleeding. I buried her in the garden, and I found a knife in the sink. This is the guy you're living with mom.
(Makes to leave again, but stops and comes back, putting down her suitcase.) Oh, and one more question. In the last two years, wasn't there ever a time when you woke up and found he wasn't in bed with you? On those first few horrible nights, didn't you ever hear me screaming? You don't sleep easily Mom. (Collapses on the ground.)
Why didn't you hear me screaming?! Why didn't you stop him?! He's your husband! I never invited him into the house! You did! Why didn't you stop him! (Crying uncontrollably.)
I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just talking to myself again.
Did you notice I stopped screaming after the first few times? Did you ever wonder why? I stopped because you never came. But inside I just screamed louder, even though I knew that was even fainter to your ears. And you never came to stop him.
(Grabbing suitcase) Well I'm going far away now where I'll never see him again. I may never see you again either. Of course, you'll never know what I've just said here right now; it's a short note. I didn't say much.
(Almost reaches the door, but notices
teddy bear in arms.) What am I taking you
for? You couldn't protect me. What use
are you anyway? You're just a stupid
bear. (Throws down bear and leaves.).
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