AuthorName: Rick Robinson
Fish talks herself into suicide.
Forgive me father because I have sinned. This precious gift you've given me, this...View Full Monologue Text
Forgive me father because I have sinned. This precious gift you've given me, this breath of life, I don't want it anymore. You can have it back. I died two years ago, all right? What's wrong with just crossing your T. Look. Cry for help...
(Drawing a line with her finger across her wrist.)
I want out.
(Drawing a line length-wise down her vine.)
Cry for help... Swift release... Cry for help...
(Her, drawing the two lines on her wrist, face out paint an imaginary cross.)
I've died for my own sins, all right? I'm already a fucking ghost. I don't feel anything anymore. I don't love, I don't hate. Not even those pricks who lock me up in this room so I can have some time alone with my thoughts. Like that's the solution to all of my problems. If I could think my way through this, do you really think I'd still be in here?
(Looking around here.)
The silent room. Perfect solitude. No noise at all except the throbbing of blood pumping through your veins, as if the steady rhythm chants, 'I want out, I want out'. Release me you fucking bitch and I'll release you. There's something about the perfect stillness of this place, the fluorescent, soul-numbing nothingness of it that serves as the perfect waiting room for non-existence. I'm scaring you, aren't I? I'm making you uncomfortable? 'For heavens sake, Marge, I think she means to kill herself.' 'Daft girl, doesn't she know she'll burn in hell?' You're wrong, I would have said. You're so wrong. I'm a fucking ghost already.
PlayName: School of Jesus Fish
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
Age Range: 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early
Dialects: Standard American