Saudade
Well-Known Member
So I've finished my drama script for my graduation exams. I thought I'd share it with you guys.
A bit of a warning and some explanation here.
This script is pretty heavy, it deals with a lot of deep emotional issues and mental health problems. So please stop reading here if you don't want to read about these things...
You might feel uncomfortable reading this script, there is a general consensus that this is one of the most depressing scripts ever written and it leaves an almost voyeuristic feeling after being read it.
I suggest having a bar of chocolate handy for when you finish reading it. Whenever I perform it I need to eat at least 2 bars to bring myself out of it.
I wrote this script after visiting my ex in hospital. I loved the girl truly and deeply. She suffered from schizophrenia and watching her slowly slip away from reality hurt me bad. I guess I wrote this script to try and deal with what happened on the days I went in and saw her. For me to experience what she was going through with this script... well it's pretty hard.
This script is about a teenage girl in hospital, someone who was once happy, joyful, someone who expressed love to everyone they knew. Someone who has had all of this taken away from them.
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[align=center]You are not Alone
[/align] A hospital room, a patient lies in bed a bedside table next to them has a bottle of water on it. The patient lies in the bed their legs tucked up near their chin, eyes lowered. The patient is weak, their eyes half closed and breathing barely noticeable.
Stage Lights come on
The Patient looks up towards the audience
Patient: Hey, I didnât think you were coming in today, I guess the nurses told you I wasnât feeling too good.
The Patient props themselves up on one arm unsteadily and raises the other to their head.
Patient: The headaches are better and I can walk around a bit butâ¦
The patient looks down towards the ground
Patient (mumbling): Theyâre still there
Patient (louder): I said theyâre still there⦠Yeah they still tell me the same things⦠Patient looks directly at audience, eyes strong and commanding but not angry.
Patient: Donât say youâre sorry; itâs not your fault.
Patient looks weak and slumps slightly
Patient: No, no, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to go off at you, but thatâs all I hear from everyone, sorry this, sorry that.
Patient becomes aggravated
Patient: Everyone is so god darn sorry, I just canât stand it thereâs nothing wrong with me.
Patient pulls legs up and sits cross legged facing the audience.
Patient: Iâve been lying here thinking about you, thinking about us, thinking about the future
The doctors keep saying they are trying for a full diagnosis, that they just want to help me, every single day there's a new test for me to take, a new needle, a new cup to fill, it seems like it never ends. I hear the nurses when they are talking, they say things like âLong Term Careâ,
Patient: I donât understand though, thereâs nothing wrong with me is there?
Patient slumps a little
Patient: I mean, you donât think Iâm crazy do you? Do you?
Patient stares at the audience, searching for some sort of sign of dismissal or acknowledgement
Patient: Yeah, I know, Iâm sick and Iâll get better. I just sit here and take my pills like a good little boy and I can be normal like you. Nine pills in the morning and seven at night, if you take them all, youâre gonna be all right.
Patient looks towards the water bottle and inclines his head.
Patient: The doctors tell me that if I donât drink theyâll have to put me on an I.V.
Patient: But I canât drink it, the nurses donât see it but when their backs are turned THEY poison it.
Patient furrows their brow
Patient: No not the nurses, THEMâ¦
Patient looks away from the audience towards the corner of the room again
Patient: I know you canât see them but they are there, they come for me at night, when no one is around. They want to take me away, they want to do things to meâ¦
Patient pulls legs up towards chest
Patient: Terrible thingsâ¦
Patient looks back towards the audience.
Patient: They watch and they wait, biding their time, it doesn't matter how long it takes they'll get me eventually, they whisper to me from the shadows, taunting, joking, begging, pleading for me to come a little closer...
Patient: You donât believe me do youâ¦You canât see them, you canât hear the voices, and I donât know why.
Patient looks distressed and looks at the audience
Patient: Why? Why canât you hear them?
Patient pulls pillow up to their chest and cradles it
Patient: Why canât you see them?
Patient: The doctors, they don't believe me either, they just give me more pills, they say that they'll keep them away, that they'll keep me safe. Iâm so afraid all of the time and Iâm just so tiredâ¦
Patient: Tired? Tired of there being something wrong with me, something I canât control, Tired of not being strong enough to get through this. I just want to get better so I can leave.
Patient: Iâve forgotten how long itâs been since I came here, time passes and some days I don't even know who I am.
Patient lowers head to knees
Patient: There are so many things Iâve forgotten, I feel like my life is slipping away from me.
Patient pauses
Patient: The sound of raindrops on an umbrella, the smell right before it rains, the taste of fresh bread and the shade of a summer cloud.
Patient pauses again
Patient: Watermelon slices and the smell of chalkboard erasers, the sound of a house full of people and the feeling of the warm road under your feet on a cold night.
Patient bows head and cries
Patient: I sit here and I try to hold on to these feelings, everything that I dreamt of sharing with you.
Patient: But now, now I canât hold on any longer, and all Iâve become is just a fading warmth.
Patient sobs for a few seconds
Patient: I still have you though, and as long as you are here I know I wonât disappear, I know, I know that this isnât perfect, I know this isnât anything good, but itâs all I have left. When THEY come for me at night this is all I have to hold on to.
Patient looks at the audience
Patient: And THEY come every night, I hear them, they whisper to each other in the dark and I hear them, theyâre coming and nothing can stop them.
Patient: All day they watch me, hiding behind the grates in the walls and sending spiders to spy on me. I want to scream, I want to run away from here and from them, but these walls seem to grow closer everyday and the shadows in the corners grow.
Patient is getting scared, breaths rapid and interrupted
Patient: Theyâve waited so long and soon theyâll take me. Please... PLEASE DONâT LET THEM TAKE ME! I DONâT WANT TO GO.
Patient slumps down
Patient: (whispering) I donât want to go, I donât want to go, I donât want to go, I donât want to go, I donât want to go.
Patient: Please⦠Just stay with me.
Stage lights down
A bit of a warning and some explanation here.
This script is pretty heavy, it deals with a lot of deep emotional issues and mental health problems. So please stop reading here if you don't want to read about these things...
You might feel uncomfortable reading this script, there is a general consensus that this is one of the most depressing scripts ever written and it leaves an almost voyeuristic feeling after being read it.
I suggest having a bar of chocolate handy for when you finish reading it. Whenever I perform it I need to eat at least 2 bars to bring myself out of it.
I wrote this script after visiting my ex in hospital. I loved the girl truly and deeply. She suffered from schizophrenia and watching her slowly slip away from reality hurt me bad. I guess I wrote this script to try and deal with what happened on the days I went in and saw her. For me to experience what she was going through with this script... well it's pretty hard.
This script is about a teenage girl in hospital, someone who was once happy, joyful, someone who expressed love to everyone they knew. Someone who has had all of this taken away from them.
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[align=center]You are not Alone
[/align] A hospital room, a patient lies in bed a bedside table next to them has a bottle of water on it. The patient lies in the bed their legs tucked up near their chin, eyes lowered. The patient is weak, their eyes half closed and breathing barely noticeable.
Stage Lights come on
The Patient looks up towards the audience
Patient: Hey, I didnât think you were coming in today, I guess the nurses told you I wasnât feeling too good.
The Patient props themselves up on one arm unsteadily and raises the other to their head.
Patient: The headaches are better and I can walk around a bit butâ¦
The patient looks down towards the ground
Patient (mumbling): Theyâre still there
Patient (louder): I said theyâre still there⦠Yeah they still tell me the same things⦠Patient looks directly at audience, eyes strong and commanding but not angry.
Patient: Donât say youâre sorry; itâs not your fault.
Patient looks weak and slumps slightly
Patient: No, no, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to go off at you, but thatâs all I hear from everyone, sorry this, sorry that.
Patient becomes aggravated
Patient: Everyone is so god darn sorry, I just canât stand it thereâs nothing wrong with me.
Patient pulls legs up and sits cross legged facing the audience.
Patient: Iâve been lying here thinking about you, thinking about us, thinking about the future
The doctors keep saying they are trying for a full diagnosis, that they just want to help me, every single day there's a new test for me to take, a new needle, a new cup to fill, it seems like it never ends. I hear the nurses when they are talking, they say things like âLong Term Careâ,
Patient: I donât understand though, thereâs nothing wrong with me is there?
Patient slumps a little
Patient: I mean, you donât think Iâm crazy do you? Do you?
Patient stares at the audience, searching for some sort of sign of dismissal or acknowledgement
Patient: Yeah, I know, Iâm sick and Iâll get better. I just sit here and take my pills like a good little boy and I can be normal like you. Nine pills in the morning and seven at night, if you take them all, youâre gonna be all right.
Patient looks towards the water bottle and inclines his head.
Patient: The doctors tell me that if I donât drink theyâll have to put me on an I.V.
Patient: But I canât drink it, the nurses donât see it but when their backs are turned THEY poison it.
Patient furrows their brow
Patient: No not the nurses, THEMâ¦
Patient looks away from the audience towards the corner of the room again
Patient: I know you canât see them but they are there, they come for me at night, when no one is around. They want to take me away, they want to do things to meâ¦
Patient pulls legs up towards chest
Patient: Terrible thingsâ¦
Patient looks back towards the audience.
Patient: They watch and they wait, biding their time, it doesn't matter how long it takes they'll get me eventually, they whisper to me from the shadows, taunting, joking, begging, pleading for me to come a little closer...
Patient: You donât believe me do youâ¦You canât see them, you canât hear the voices, and I donât know why.
Patient looks distressed and looks at the audience
Patient: Why? Why canât you hear them?
Patient pulls pillow up to their chest and cradles it
Patient: Why canât you see them?
Patient: The doctors, they don't believe me either, they just give me more pills, they say that they'll keep them away, that they'll keep me safe. Iâm so afraid all of the time and Iâm just so tiredâ¦
Patient: Tired? Tired of there being something wrong with me, something I canât control, Tired of not being strong enough to get through this. I just want to get better so I can leave.
Patient: Iâve forgotten how long itâs been since I came here, time passes and some days I don't even know who I am.
Patient lowers head to knees
Patient: There are so many things Iâve forgotten, I feel like my life is slipping away from me.
Patient pauses
Patient: The sound of raindrops on an umbrella, the smell right before it rains, the taste of fresh bread and the shade of a summer cloud.
Patient pauses again
Patient: Watermelon slices and the smell of chalkboard erasers, the sound of a house full of people and the feeling of the warm road under your feet on a cold night.
Patient bows head and cries
Patient: I sit here and I try to hold on to these feelings, everything that I dreamt of sharing with you.
Patient: But now, now I canât hold on any longer, and all Iâve become is just a fading warmth.
Patient sobs for a few seconds
Patient: I still have you though, and as long as you are here I know I wonât disappear, I know, I know that this isnât perfect, I know this isnât anything good, but itâs all I have left. When THEY come for me at night this is all I have to hold on to.
Patient looks at the audience
Patient: And THEY come every night, I hear them, they whisper to each other in the dark and I hear them, theyâre coming and nothing can stop them.
Patient: All day they watch me, hiding behind the grates in the walls and sending spiders to spy on me. I want to scream, I want to run away from here and from them, but these walls seem to grow closer everyday and the shadows in the corners grow.
Patient is getting scared, breaths rapid and interrupted
Patient: Theyâve waited so long and soon theyâll take me. Please... PLEASE DONâT LET THEM TAKE ME! I DONâT WANT TO GO.
Patient slumps down
Patient: (whispering) I donât want to go, I donât want to go, I donât want to go, I donât want to go, I donât want to go.
Patient: Please⦠Just stay with me.
Stage lights down
