Final Monologue

I was not able to publish my final monologue because I was in the GIN performance and had forgotten to post my final monologue with all of the edits. I took the advice that Ms. Morrison gave me and tried to add a more noticeable climax and a bigger falling action. So what I did was describe the shouting and the fight between the mom and Daddy that was being heard by the littler girl in the barn. The little girl suddenly becomes very angry and comes to general realization of her inner strength to stand up to her father, but she does so when she is in the presence of the police officer and is re-telling her story. It is a small window that the audience gazes through and see that she does have the strength to stand up to her father, but she has been putting it of for as much time as possible since she is afraid of him and did not know that she had the mental ability to become so angry at her father. For the actual performance of this piece, the actor would start to raise their voice and start shouting the lines and sound as if she was in pain. Then she would suddenly just stop, readjust herself as if putting herself back into the state of the little girl, and then she would say her final plea to the police officer to not "let Daddy hurt momma no more."

Daddy always told me to never to talk to people like you; that you would take me away from momma, Daddy, Little Mikey, and Bobo. Well, now that he’s not here, I guess I could tell ya. But Daddy’s not going to be very happy when he finds out what I told ya’ll. I guess I should start from the very day that I was born which was April 17, 1987. I remember because every year, I would be allowed to go outside into the field and chase Bobo. I was born in the back of the barn, Little Mikey would tell me. He was about 15 years old when I came along. He told me that momma was alone in the barn, and then came out with me wrapped in an old blanket. She named me Bessie after her favorite milking cow. But, my daddy never called me Bessie. He didn’t like the name that momma gave me. She he just called me baby. He didn’t like little Mikey either. One day when little Mikey was out on the tractor, Daddy took his shotgun off the mantle from the fireplace and when outside. I tried to follow, but he told me stay in the house with momma. Little Mikey didn’t come home that day. Daddy said he went away and just put the shotgun back on the mantle. Momma started crying and cried all night and all day. She said it’s because she didn’t get to say goodbye. Daddy didn’t like it when she cried. She would be all black and blue when she came out to milk Bessie. She wouldn’t talk much. Her mouth was all swollen and she didn’t like to come out of the bedroom. Daddy would sometimes yell for her and she came to his side faster than the cars that Daddy would watch on the television set. But after she was done washing the dishes, she didn’t come fast enough and Daddy got upset. He told me to go to the barn with Bobo and to stay there. The only things I heard was Bobo barking, and screams that I thought were mommas. She was really screaming. More than I had ever heard her scream before. There were sounds of dishes smashing and I could hear Daddy yelling mean things to momma. I could hear tearing of her hair from her head as she screeched.  And she couldn’t do anything but scream and beg him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t stop! (Pause) I don’t want Daddy to keep hurting momma. So I ran down the dirt road by the baker and found the man with the shiny pin, like the one on little Mikey’s old cowboy toys. And he took me here, and now I’m talking to you. Please don’t let Daddy hurt momma no more. Don’t let him make momma go away like he did to little Mikey…