Pretty Pieces Monologues

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Pretty Pieces is a powerful one act play about a young man and a young woman who are trapped on the fringes of society in a run-down apartment. They are brother and sister and something horrible happened to them a long time ago. Because of what happened to them, their relationship is doomed. The sister is trying to fit the pieces of their lives together, to figure out what happened to them, to figure out why they are the way that they are. She finds some old pictures and an old report card but these clues are not enough for her to figure out the true horror of their past. The young man tries to forget but he can't. He copes by using drugs and selling his body. The young woman copes by building a psychological and emotional cage which traps her in the apartment. To add fuel to the emotional fire, they are being evicted. The young man has a chance at happiness. He thinks he has found a way out. He is going to leave his sister and move in with an older man. The young woman falls apart when she hears this. She is going to make sure that he can't escape her, that he will never be able to leave.

Pretty Pieces

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from the play Pretty Pieces by Charles Robertson

Girl

Hmm. I thought in the whole wide world that we were special, that we were the only two people like us in the world. That we were sposed to be together forever, cause we shared sumthin’, cause when we were younger sumthin’ happened, and somehow if we stayed together, it would come out all right, somehow, it would turn out good, but you’re makin’ it all wrong. You can’t leave me. I can’t let you leave me. Everythin’ would go all wrong. If you leave there would be no more us. That can’t happen. How could there be no more us? I wish that there was some sorta answer. I wish I knew what happened. Back when I was eight, I wish I knew the answer to the mystery. But I don’t. I don’t know nuthin’. All I know is that sumthin’ happened, sumthin’ happened to us. I wish there were more clues, I wish I understood, but it’s just a puzzle without enough pieces. I’m the girl and you’re the boy, and we are the only two people in this world. Broken dolls in a box. And I was hopin’ for some cake, and some vanilla icin’ with candles, like angels in the dark, and my name in candy letters, save them to the end, Eat them at the end. But I don’t think I’m ever gonna get that cake, and I don’t think I’m ever gonna unnerstand nuthin’… Go to sleep. Yeah, that's right. (Puts pillow over his face) Go to sleep.

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Girl

I want so much to have a normal life, but I can’t have a normal life, can I? I’m hidden away, locked away in this box, like sumthin’ in an attic, a dirty doll, broken and forgotten. You can’t trust food that you can’t see being prepared. Someone might put foreign objects, like razor blades in your pizza or they might piss on your precious Chinese food. Out there, out there, people are so angry that they can’t control themselves and they strike out at people. They put poison in the food…Last night I had a dream, a strange, strange dream. Mother was in a little boat dressed all in white, and she had a white… parasol, those little umbrellas, like they had in the old days. And she was singin’, singin’ in her little boat. She didn’t sing words, just these beautiful, beautiful notes. And you were all twisted on the banks of the stream in some ugly old tree. And your eyes were filled with tears, and I could hear you cryin’, like you were trapped and couldn’t move, couldn’t reach out …And me? Well, the stream wasn’t water, it was made of blood, and I was tryin’ to reach you, tryin’ to swim through streams of thick blood. And my arms were getting’ so tired and I was being pulled under where I couldn’t breathe and then I heard screamin’ and I woke up, and the sheets were all wet with fear. And my heart was racin’, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t catch my breath. Do you ever have dreams like that? Do you ever see stuff like that? When I woke up, when I woke up in my box, I could hear voices, but they weren’t talkin’ to me. They were outside, and I was just a doll in a box without feelin’s who watches life go by, but for one moment the doll wakes up and does sumthin’, for one moment the doll comes to life and does sumthin’, does sumthin’ awful because a doll, it don’t know the difference between wrong and right. I’m so tired. Lie down with me for a moment and we can sleep and the dream will be over. Lie down with me. Lie down with me for a minute.

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