Stain - A Monologue

(Sitting in a dark corner. She seems to wake from a horrible nightmare, fidgeting with her hands)
Have you ever had that feeling like you have something on your hands that you just can't wash off? You scrub and you scrub but it stays there and you can feel it...weighing you down? Like, you're stained, tainted with something...some memory of something that happened, something you did. And you just can't make it go away!

And that stain...It’s invisible to you, you can't see it, you block it out, but everyone else can see it. They know everything about it. And, as you pass by, they point and stare and whisper. They can see this invisible stain.

You try to hide it. You put on a smile and cover yourself up with bright clothes and pretty makeup to hide the stain from the world. So that no one will be able to point and stare. And you slink into the corners of the room, trying to sink away into the shadows, into the darkness where no one can see you. And you try to close our eyes and fall asleep but you can't. You CAN'T! There's no safety. Even when you close your eyes there's no escape. In the darkness all you hear is them whispering. All you see is them pointing and staring at this stain that you try to hide so well.

So you’re stuck there, sitting in the dark, staring into the deep, vast corners of nothing, and all around you this stain shows up, taunting you. And you just want it to go away...just go away. You just want to be safe, alone, away...(takes out a gun and shoots herself)