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Little Star


(blackout)

(Humming is heard...to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star, then...)

(spotlight on star, the spotlight must be bright to contrast with the surrounding darkness. Star sits in a pair of pink pyjamas with her arms and legs crossed, wet hair dangling down over her face...)


(bold = crazy...star must thrash about and scream the words to the accompaniment of strobe lighting)


Star

Twinkle twinkle,
Little star,
How I wonder what you are...

I don't like this...in the same way that I hate my room being tidy

Its like the equivalent of a hospital...all bland and shiny...

But at the same time...it's like a slutty girl that smiles at you and then talks about you behind your back...

The walls....the walls...closing in...the walls....and HATE! Hate...closing in...smeared on the walls....the walls HATE....the walls hate us all....

Twinkle twinkle little...cuts...on the walls...smeared....blood....sweat....tears....closing in...

death.

In short...a world where everything....dies.....and cries...bleeds....for the rest of eternity.

Closing IN!

I can't...I can't....

twinkle twinkle...


Mummy and daddy’s little star.

(Star’s father walks into the spotlight behind her...his expression is jovial and happy...as is his voice. He wears a suit.)

Robert

Her mother was set on Star...as a name. I kept telling her that it was very unusual and every time I did, she’d just smile and say...

Mary
I know.

(Mary walks out into the spotlight, next to Robert...she wears a summer dress..floral and flowing. Her facial expression and voice are as happy as Robert’s.)

I like unusual names and I always have, I don’t know what it is but they just...appeal to me. And we had to have an unusual name for an unusual little girl.

Star
Fuck you.

Mary
My special little girl..we always knew she was something else.

Star
Fuck you.

Mary
She wrote poetry

Star
Fuck you.

Mary
She drew pictures.

Star
Fuck you.

Mary
She played Guitar.

Star
Fuck you.

Robert
She was so talented...

Star
Fuck. You.

(The atmosphere changes. it is now sombre.)

Robert
If anyone has any information...please come forward...we just want our little girl back.

(Blackout)
(Robert and Mary exit)

Star
Do we have any fuckups in the audience tonight? Do we have any hopeless, dead-end job, bullied-at-school, Desk jockey, pen pushing losers in here? Well?
I was just wondering you see...if I was alone in this.
Because I feel empty all day...I wake up and look in the mirror and think "what a waste of life".
I am revolted by my own reflection...and then I go through the day, being sickened by the sound of my own voice.
And then I come home in the evening and plug myself into the machine...and sit...and rot in my poor excuse for existence.
Ladies and gentlemen of the public...I give you...

(Spotlight on star)

The fuckup.

(Lights up – Blue wash)

The filthy little shit who dragged you from your nice warm homes to come and talk to me. I wanted some company. Aren’t I selfish?

(Star walks to members of the audience one by one...picking them at random, she tells them to stand up and asks them;)

Do you think I’m selfish?

Do YOU think I’m selfish?

(Eventually she picks on the final member of the audience)

YOU! You think I’m selfish, don’t you? Don’t. You.
Don’t lie to me.
Just say yes.
You twat.
You’re as much of a twat as my father.
My twat of a father.

(Robert walks on and the lighting changes to a purple wash. As he speaks, Star walks around him in circles. She adopts a calm, soothing voice...like that of a councillor.)

Robert
I always got the distinct feeling that Star never really felt close to me. I tried as a father, I really did...but...

Star
Continue, Mr. Patterson.

Robert
I don’t know...she always seemed to reject me as a father-figure. Maybe it’s partly my insecurities about my own father. We never got on either.

Star
I see. And what about your mother?

Robert
Never met her. She disappeared as soon as we were home from the hospital...left me in the arms of that raving drunkard. It’s a wonder I survived really.

Star
So you always felt that this affected your ability to be a good father yourself?

Robert
Yes.

Star
I see. And so does everyone else...

(Switches back to normal voice)

Your insecurities are so obvious to everyone, they know you were never fit for fatherhood as well as I do, you pathetic, small minded wanker!
You don’t need a councillor, you need a padded cell!

(Star drags Robert to the floor and strangles him to death. Lights back to blue wash. She picks on another audience member.)

YOU! You think he was pathetic, don’t you? Don’t. You.
Don’t lie to me.
Just say no.
You bitch.
You’re as much of a bitch as my mother.
My bitch of a mother.

(Mary walks on with two chairs and the lighting changes to a dim white. Other peoples chatter and the clink of glasses can be heard, like in a pub. Mary and Star take a seat each, they sit ankles crossed.. Star sounds concerned and friendly, Mary sounds on the edge of tears.)

Mary
I keep expecting her to walk through the door.

Star
I know...it must be so hard for you Mary...I’m sure you’ll hear something. Someone will have seen the press conference...someone that knows something, I mean.



Mary
Maybe. Maybe not. I just don’t know. I mean, I don’t know what to do with myself. Rob and I can barely look each other in the eyes without bursting into tears...

Star
I know...it must be so hard for you Mary...I’m sure you’ll hear something. Someone will have seen the press conference...someone that knows something, I mean.


Mary
It’s not even as if she left a note or anything, she’s never run away from home before, But I’m sure that if she did, she’d be responsible enough to...

Star
I know...it must be so hard for you Mary...I’m sure you’ll hear something. Someone will have seen the press conference...someone that knows something, I mean.

Mary
And then there’s the rest of the world looking on...It’s not as if this kind of thing is uncommon any more...people disappear all the time. Young and old.

Star
I know...it must be so hard for you Mary...I’m sure you’ll hear something. Someone will have seen the press conference...someone that knows something, I mean.

(Switches back to normal voice)

You stupid bitch. Don’t you get tired of these stock answers that everyone is giving you? Don’t you even realise that nobody’s listening anymore? They’re just pretending to care so that you don’t do what I had the guts to do. They see you every day on the Television, eyes streaming, makeup dripping off your chin...What a pathetic sight. Pathetic. Pathetic. PATHETIC! Just like your pathetic husband.

(Star drags Mary to the floor and strangles her to death. Lights back to blue wash.)


Twinkle twinkle,
Little star,
How I wonder what you are...

Twinkle twinkle little...cuts...on the walls...smeared....blood....sweat....tears....closing in...

I can’t.

I can’t.

I can’t
...See a reason why it’s necessary for me to go on living.

(Boy comes in. Wearing blue pyjamas.)

think I'll just die now

Boy
What purpose would that serve?

Star
make the pain go away.

Boy
What a selfish thought.
For who? For you?


Star
no one needs me.

Boy
How do you know?
How do you know that there's no life after death? How do you know that it's not worse than life?
Is it worth the risk?

(The Boy walks slowly off stage. For the first time, we see Star in a state of true sadness...not anger, not sarcasm, but true sadness. She sinks to her knees.)

Star
I hate being panicked about how I'm gonna keep my sanity......I don't know what to do....
You don’t know what it’s like...To have this kind of life. I hate everything.
Because I feel empty all day...I wake up and look in the mirror and think "what a waste of life".
I am revolted by my own reflection...and then I go through the day, being sickened by the sound of my own voice.
And then I come home in the evening and plug myself into the machine...and sit...and rot in my poor excuse for existence.
Ladies and gentlemen of the public...

(blackout)

Boy
In other news...Mary and Robert Patterson were found dead in their home today. They had both hung themselves in their living rooms. This news comes after the news that the body of their daughter, Star Patterson was found in the woods near their home, also hung.
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