Well, I walked out of here last night pretty upset. And when I got...View Full Monologue Text
Well, I walked out of here last night pretty upset. And when I got home and there was another message from Cynthia on my voice mail, I was pretty sure that I just wanted to end it right there. So, I called her. You know, to tell her to stop calling. So I call and she picks up, but before I could say anything, she tells me that she loves me. I was about to tell this woman to never fucking call me again and she tells me that she loves me. She loves me and wants to be with me. She tells me that she didn't want to be alone anymore. That she doesn't want to be scared anymore. And just as I was about to lower the boom, it hit me. I don't want to be alone either. I'm tired of being scared too. Here is this woman. And she's not perfect. And she's a little needy. But SHE LOVES ME. I could feel it, right through the phone. There was no bullshit. No games. It scares the fuck out of me, but I can't be afraid anymore. So... I'm going over to her house for dinner tonight and...tell her that I love her too. I know we might get hurt. But I have to find out. I have to know. This is my life here. I don't have a lot of time to fuck around. If this is it, I don't won't to look back 20 years from now and realize that I fucked it up. I have to do this.
Scott explains to his psychiatrist that he was about to break up with Cynthia when she told him that she loves him and doesn't want to be alone. He then realized that he doesn't want to be alone either and decided to see where things go with Cynthia.
AuthorName: Thorin Alexander
PlayName: Painful Death of Sue Ellen Fitch, The
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
I met someone. I was at the gym. I saw this woman...View Full Monologue Text
I met someone. I was at the gym. I saw this woman. She was standing by the water fountain. We started talking and it was going really good, you know? I mean, there wasn't that weird awkward thing that happens sometimes when I talk to new people. I was calm. The conversation flowed. She asked for my phone number. That was five days ago. Claire hasn't called. That's her name. I know. I know. But, if she was really interested, don't you think she would have called. I mean, I don't know what to do. I saw her at the gym last night. I smiled at her and she pretended like she didn't see me. I was standing right there. What am I, fucking invisible I mean, if she wasn't interested, why did she give me her number? All she would have to do is say, "Hey, I'm not interested." But she asked for my number. I didn't ask. SHE asked. And then not to call... I just wanted her to be a human being, you know? I mean, you ask for somebody's number, it's assumed that you plan to use it. She was pretty. We talked. We connected. Why couldn't she at least call? I just want to meet someone. I just want to meet someone who I can take care of. Talk to. Someone who will take care of me. Does that make sense?
Scott tells his psychiatrist about the woman he met at the gym and expresses his dismay that she hasn't called him yet.
The first time it happened, I was just stunned. I was 17 years old...View Full Monologue Text
The first time it happened, I was just stunned. I was 17 years old and I was arguing with my girlfriend. We were fighting about something, I don't even remember what it was about anymore. Something stupid. Anyway, we were fighting. It was bad. We were both tired and she just kept going on and on. I asked her to stop, but she was a bit of hot head, so that just made her give it to me twice as bad. As we were yelling back and forth I suddenly felt this heat come over me. It was like my body temperature went up, like, ten degrees in 10 seconds. I felt numb, but excited, you know. Then it happened. It was like I was watching it from the outside. Like it happened lightening quick and in slow motion at the same time. I watched as my hand went across her face. Then everything stopped. The look she gave me. It killed me. She pulled back a little bit and started to cry. The regret. The shame. The anger. It flowed through me. All of it. I felt terrible. I apologized. Consoled. Promised her that it would never happen again. (BEAT) This stays inside me. My family doesn't know. Dr. Fitch doesn't know. Nobody. The man who did those things is dead. I'm ready. To start a new life. To be a new man. It's all in front of me.
Scott talks about the first time he hit a woman. He explains that he doesn't do that anymore and is ready to start anew.
Age Range: 30s - Early, 30s - Late
Dialects: Standard American