Monologue.another one
Monologue 4: From the Outsider. Karen, late twenty’s. In this scene she is wearing food stained clothes, hair is a mess, but an attempt has been made to do it nicely - it looks unwashed, greasy. A little eye make- up is worn. Her friend Josie has come round to take her out. I look like shit? Thanks! How can you even say that? Have you ever lost someone? So how can you tell me you understand how I feel?! You've not got a clue, you can't even start to imagine of the pain that I feel. Ill tell you, but then you just pretend to care, or try to understand. For fucks sake, I don't want sympathy, I want to heal! I want to see his face, hear his voice; I'd give anything to touch him, to smell him. But this isn't going to happen, I won't see him ever again- only when I dream. They seem so real, yet as I start to wake I notice tears rolling down my face the vision of him fades and I try so hard to fall back into the deep sleep, back to my dream where life was how...