"I'm not ok"

Ok well here are a scene I wrote for school, we were given a photograph and we had to interpret it. I incorporated the photo into this, by describing it in the stage directions... so that is a little confusing.) & I can't find the character description... Oops.. Enjoy I guess

TIME:​After getting off the bus around 3pm on an average Thursday in the spring, Alex grabs her camera and starts taking pictures, like she does everyday

AT RISE:​ALEX's has a massive bedroom, the largest in the house, it has two walk in closets, large bed. The floor is covered with various things, clothing, books, socks, paper, cameras, and props for photos, prints, and bags. Youth by Daughter is playing quietly in the background. ALEX soon enters the room with her backpack slug over her shoulder and an Oreo in her mouth. ALEX drops her heavy book bag to the ground, and goes over to her computer to retrieve her memory card for her camera, then proceeds to get her camera and think of an creative portrait idea for her 365 photography project for the day.

CHARATER NAMES are presented in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS in the opening stage direction and all other stage directions.

ALEX

Today I am going to create a photo that will show what I am really going through. What is really going through my head. People are always wondering why I'm so quiet, why I don't trust anyone. I am sick and tired of the questions. (voice shakes) If people want answers, I will give them answers.

(ALEX grabs her camera and tripod, tears already forming in her eyes.)

ALEX

It is hard no having friends in school. It is hard to realize that the friends that you do have live on the other side of the world. The people who understand me live hours away. The people who don't understand me live a matter of seconds away from me. The people who I hate sit right next to me. (bitter laugh) Everybody thinks I'm just some crazy messed up freak whose only friend is a camera. Well I guess they are right. Nobody really likes me. I bet my friends online hate me too.

(ALEX snaps tripod into place, screws in camera, and prepares for the shot)

ALEX

Is it normal for a girl to sit in the bathroom, alone, crying? (Screeching through her tears) NO ITS NOT. Nobody is ever there to talk to. Everybody fakes their under standing like I fake my smiles. They don't know what it is like to go through this pain, the pain you feel inside. I can feel the emptiness inside me, slowly eating away at everything. I can feel it gnawing at the only happy memories I have. Soon there will be nothing left of me. Just an empty shell wandering the earth.

(ALEX pushes the timer button on her camera, runs into the shot and presses her back up against the wall. She takes her left hand and brings it to the bottom right side of her face, like she is cradling it. She takes her right arm, crosses it across her body and brings her right hand to her top left side of her face, gripping her hair and head in her hand. Camera clicks)

ALEX

Some days I just feel so done with the world, with everyone. I wonder why I am hear, on this planet, why was I created if I am such a failure in life. Why would somebody be created to suffer as much as I do mentally. I am stuck in this pit of sadness, and there is no getting out. I am just walking in this darkness, not knowing what is coming next. I feel so guilty and ashamed for some reason, and I have no idea what I am guilty and ashamed of. I have lost interest in everything, everything besides taking photos, photos are the only thing that keep me slightly sane, nobody thinks I'm depressed if I take a photo that may come off sad, they just think I am acting. (Takes a deep breath) But I'm not. Everyday I little piece of me of me dies, and I am never getting that piece back. I've tried running away from it, but you can't run away from the voices screaming in your head. (ALEX starts getting really worked up, her breathing picks up and her thoughts keep on spilling out of her mouth) I just can't do this anymore. Live. Breathe. Eat. Talk. Sleep. Function. What is the point if I am going to die? Even when I'm surrounded by people I have never felt so alone. They will never understand how useless the words "stay strong" are. They don't do anything, they are just words, words that are blocked out by the negativity swirling in my mind. (Stuttering) I- I- I JUST CAN DO IT ANYMORE.

(ALEX screams, starts kicking everything within reach. She starts sobbing and curls into a ball on the floor. Suddenly there is the pounding of fists on her bedroom door.)

ALEX

(Before anybody could say the terrifying words, ALEX replies through a heartbroken voice) I am fine!

(The pounding of the door stopped, and there was a dead silence. Then footsteps of retreat from the unknown guest slowly fade away, back to something more important. ALEX lays on the floor, rocking back and forth, whispering the works "I'm not ok" as everything turns black.)

END OF SCENE