(Curtains closed. Lights up on Griffin pacing.)
Griffin
It's just a letter. Write a letter that gets something off of my chest, that's all you have to do. Ugh! This shouldn't be so hard! Dear Sunny, I have a confession to make: I was the one who broke the lamp in the living room, not the cat... No, Dr. Wentz said this would help, so I should take this seriously.
(Griffin takes a deep breath.)
Griffin
Dear Sunny, it was me who changed the Wi-Fi password that one time- oh my god, this isn't working! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why can't I think of anything? God, I'm so stupid! (Beat) Dear Sunny, I'm sorry for being bipolar. I'm sorry that I'm damaged. I'm sorry that I get angry easily. I'm sorry for curling up into a ball and shutting everyone out, even you. I'm sorry for not being trusting even though I know that you will always be there for me, always. You are the one person who has entered my life that can handle all that.
(Griffin pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and crumples it up.)
Nah.
(Blackout)
YOU ARE READING
I Let You Go
قصص عامةGriffin has struggled with bipolar disorder since middle school. It was always hard for him to keep his grades up, deal with his psychosis, and live a normal life. But he always had his twin brother, Sunny, to help him get through it all. But Griffi...
