Family Road Trip
By Hannah Rue
(Girl 17-25 sits at table alone. This is her first time at her home since her whole family passed away from a car accident, she was the only survivor.)
I sit here wondering why I am here alone. I know the answer yet it won't rest in my mind. Another reason my mind cries yet what is fact doesn't seem it. The fact is that my family is dead and I'm the only one left. But I can't accept it. Dad is outback cooking burgers, mom is doing an errand, she'll be right back. And brother, Anthony, is upstairs doing homework. That seems way more real. Fantasy. I'll live in a fantasy. Brenda said don't come back here I'll only feel worse. But I feel better. I think I can live believing in falsehood. Yes, yes that seems right. (She smiles). I'm just waiting for dinner. Daddy will bring dinner from the grill. I- I better set the table. I feel better already. (She stands) Maybe I'll make a side dish. Uh... um, corn? No-no I'll make rice, no the bun has grain- broccoli but Anthony hates broccoli- no I hate broccoli. Oh I- won't make anything. Mommy is probably bringing fresh fruit from the market. Always smells so good. Hah- I'll have that with my burger- an apple. Perhaps red. I like red apples. I think. I- I - I don't know anymore. (She sits on the ground) (beat) why are they gone. Why couldn't I have also died with them! Family road trip! Well all the family is on a trip now! Without me! I should've died too. But they're not dead- no, no. My imagination surly.
God help me. Grant me the power to move forward from this.
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Monologues
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