Scene: open-mic night.
Nobody gets it. I don't understand. Why doesn't anybody realize that this is my cry for help? I tripped. I stumbled. I fell. You can't ignore these bruises. They're here for everyone to see. It was an accident. I wasn't watching where I stepped. Maybe if I stood at a microphone and screamed it to the world...he's hurting me.
In the crowd, Father claps the loudest.
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A Thespian's Musings
Storie brevi// you were right about the scenery. it's breathtaking. \\ a collection of monologues, reader's theater, short plays, etc. © StealTheWorld 2016 - (cover by @glooms)
