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Anyway

by

Kyle Blount

(Actor should be speaking to someone not seen which ends up to be his brother or best friend)

(Should be spoken in a distressed tone of voice with a hint of depression.)

(Looks forward from ground)

You lied to me. You promised me youíd always be there for me. You promised to be by my side when I needed you the most.

YOU PROMISED!

(Breaks down in tears)

(Regains composure)

I told you, you should not have gone to that stupid party. I knew that something terrible was going to happen, I just knew it. But, no-no-no-no-no, you said that youíd be careful. You said that no alcohol would be involved and if there was, you would never touch it, youíre always a designated driver. But, of course, there was alcohol and you didnít stay sober. I mean, come on, with all the peer pressure that you must have felt by all those people who were wise enough NOT to drink, you had to drink; you were obliged to. But, whatís worse is that I trusted you! I trusted you to stay true to your word and stay sober and be smart and stay safe. I looked up to you

(starts to lose emotion)

and you let me down, just like the rest of the world.

(Actor gets worse as he goes on until he falls apart on the last lament where he crashes)

I live on my own, with no one to love me, and people ignore me anyway. They see me sit alone and they walk on by anyway.

(Crash)

They watch me suffer and fade away into nothingness and they carry on with their arrogant, uppity lives anyway.

(Breaks down)

(Enraged through tears)

And you! You go and drink yourself drunk. But, you, as wonderful as you are, can still drive home safely under the influence. Yeah, safely into a TREE!

(Suddenly stops tears; picking up an insane tone)

But, oh no, that wasnít good enough for you was it. When I came to see you on your deathbed, you looked me straight in the eye and said, "Greg who?" Of course, why should I care? Iím not significant; I donít mean anything to anyone. And you certainly didnít mean a thing to me, except for the fact that I looked up to you.

(Breaks down again; pause to cry)

(Sighs it off)


You know, someone asked me if they could get me !
anything, and I said, "No." But, now that I think about it, yesterday
would be nice.
 

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