The RunawayMature

A quick scene about a girl as she faces the consequences for the path she chose.

(The lighting is dim as the curtain opens to a disheveled alleyway next to a rundown apartment building.  There’s a fire escape with a broken ladder and trashcan’s contents are spilled across the floor.  Annabelle wanders across the alleyway.  She’s pale and trembling.  Her clothing's haggard and her shoes are worn.)

 Anna
Mark!  Mark, you get your ass out here right now. (Pause) Aw c’mon, I’m sorry about yesterday, you know I didn’t mean to offend you.  I just thought your friend was cute. (Pause)  Mark, I know you’re up there!  Where else you got to go at three in the morning?

 (Mark stumbles out on the balcony.  His eyes are drooping. He’s wearing only sweatpants.  When he realizes who's calling for him, a small smile spreads across his face.)

 Mark
Would ya keep it down?  People are trying to sleep.  What can I do for you, my lovely Anna?

Anna
You know exactly what I want.

 Mark
It’s gonna cost you.

 Anna
I ain’t got any money today.

 Mark
Do you ever?  Come up here, babe, and I’ll give you what you need.

 Anna
(Suddenly breaking the fourth wall)

What I need.  Do you know what I really need?  I need to go back home, get myself in school again.  I gotta get myself outta this town before it drives me crazy.  But, I can’t stop myself.  I know it’s a problem, don’t tell me about problems.  Shit, I’ve been dealin’ with problems since I was a kid.  I used to be an alright student, but the teachers always said I had a lot of “potential”.  What the hell does “potential” mean anyways?  I feel like I’ve been stuck on potential my whole life, and I ain’t got myself out of the rut yet.

 Mark
C’mon, Anna.   Get up here.

 Anna
(Glances over her shoulder.  She catches a glimpse of Mark and her face suddenly contorts, revolted by her situation.)

I started using ‘cause I had no other choice.  Everything kept weighin’ me down.  I had to juggle school work, takin’ care of my drunk pop, and watching out for my baby brother.  It ain’t my fault.  That’s a lot of damn stress for a sixteen year old girl.  And my mom barely cared.  Shit, she didn’t even mind too much when she found me shootin’ up in the bathroom.  It was like what I did didn’t matter, as long as I kept my grades up and took care of my brother.  She acted like her baby girl shootin’ up smack wasn’t a big deal.  Hell, wouldn’t that trouble you?  That was three years ago.  Three long years ago.  I ran away.  Biggest mistake of my life.

 Mark
You’re just teasin’ me down there, babe.

 Anna
(She seems to forget her story and turns her attention back to Mark.)

Relax, I’m comin’ up.

 (She yanks the ladder and steadily begins to climb, watching her footing.  The fire escape creaks as she finally reaches his balcony.)

 Mark
(Kisses her abruptly)

Listen, I’ve been thinkin’ we should get out of this place.

Anna
You too?

 Mark
Yeah.  The junkies ain’t lookin’ for smack anymore.  They’re movin’.  It’s all the damn cops.

 Anna
Yeah.

 (Pause.  Mark is gazing at her longingly; the fire in his eye indicates only one intention.  Anna hesitates as he wraps his arms around her waist.)

 Anna
Would you cut that out?  This ain’t a romance novel, give me my stuff.

 Mark
(chuckles)

Aw, c’mon, Anna, lemme have a little fun!

 Anna
After you give me what I want.

 Mark
Alright, babe, anything you say.

 (Mark disappears through the window, leaving Anna by herself.  She faces the audience again and leans on the railing, staring down at the alley below her.)

 Anna

You’ll never guess what I wanted to be when I grew up.  An astronaut.  I didn’t know any other girls that looked up at the moon and were like, “I wanna go there!”.  Nope, only me.  I used to get teased for it; they’d call me a tomboy.  But, it was my aspiration.
(She pulls out a cigarette)

Wanna know somethin’ funny?  Now I could never be an astronaut ‘cause I smoke menthols.  Yeah, the fiberglass wouldn’t do too good in space.  So, can’t ever chase that dream.  I guess it was just child’s play anyway.
(She bows her head again, taking a long drag from her cigarette)

Sometimes, I wish I had taken a step back and been asked myself what the hell I was doin’.  I was so desperate for a damn escape from my home life that I turned to somethin’ that made my life a livin’ Hell.  Sometimes, I wish I would accidently overdose and rats would chew my brains.  But—honestly—I’m too damn scared to do it.  I can’t do it.  Maybe it’s cause I have the hope the nightmare will end.  Yeah, it’s pathetic.  A junkie with hope.  The only person that cares about me in this world is my little brother, and I ain’t seen him for three years.  Instead, I’ve been jumpin’ from house to house, getting’ money any way possible.  And Mark (pause).  He thinks he cares ‘bout me, but he don’t.  It’s all ‘bout the sex, and one he realizes it, I won’t be gettin’ special treatment no more.  Until then, I gotta enjoy what I have, right?

 (She suddenly laughs.  When she calms down, a solemn look passes over her face)

 Mark
(call from offstage)

C’mon babe!

 Anna

Alright, alright, I’m comin’.
(She turns her back from the audience to hop into his apartment, but hesitates.  She turns around.  Her tone is a mixture of sarcasm and frustration.)

Yeah.  I’m definitely enjoying it.

 

The End

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