Listening to a demo of I Dare To Dream from the upcoming musical Faustus. Who's singing it? The amazing princess Laura Osnes. Love. Her. So. Much. Those of you who read my story Crazy is Perfect know this first-hand! :) Anyway, this is kinda dark. I don't know why. Why do I love making a dark Rachel so much? I wish I knew… Anyway, just a one-shot. Thanks and enjoy.
She sits.
Alone.
The walls are dark:
Caving in all around her
Smaller, smaller…
And so.
Those that know her tale
Know this all too familiar woe.
And so.
She sits.
Alone.
Darkness. Black.
Always, only black.
The walls around her
(smaller, smaller…)
Come in closer.
She screams:
"Get away from me!"
But the walls
Disobey.
She wishes
She had tears left
To cry.
The girl was
Is dead.
Gone.
This girl is no one
She recognizes –
Alone.
(Those that know her tale
Know this all too familiar woe.)
She feels
Fire.
Sees it, too.
Wishes she
Could feel it's
Warmth
But she
Only feels it's
Heat.
"There is no cure,"
The 'doctors' say,
"For the mentally ill.
If only we could bend
Medicine to our will."
She knows
What this means.
(As she sits
In her corner
Alone.)
'Crazy', they could call her.
She wouldn't be surprised.
She knows they come to visit,
But refuses
To open
Her eyes.
Her eyes, you see –
Once were quite perfect.
(Brown and big and beautiful.)
She looks at the floor.
Grey. Stone-like.
This is only because
She refuses
To look
At the
Walls.
(The walls are dark:
Caving in all around her
Smaller, smaller…
And so.)
The walls,
She thinks,
Are beings of
Darkness.
They laugh;
Deep.
Echoing.
(Evil – evil – evil!)
In the days and nights…
(As she sits
In her corner
Alone.)
They
MOCK
Her.
She
SCREAMS
At them.
They
NEVER
Answer.
"Rachel…"
He runs in.
Of course.
"Rachel!"
He thinks he
Can stop the
Walls.
She wonders
If he
Can.
"Rachel.
Listen to
Me.
It's going to
Be
Okay."
She
Doubts
It.
"Rachel,"
He breathes:
"Look
At
Me."
She will not
Look.
If she
Looks,
She sees
Walls.
(As she sits
In her corner
Alone.)
"Its okay,"
He whimpers.
"We'll
Get through
This
Together."
There is no cure the 'doctors' say there is no cure the 'doctors' say…
(smaller, smaller…)
The walls are
SCREAMING
Again.
She
Just wants
SILENCE!
But oh, the
Walls
Scream.
Even in her head.
(As she sits
In her corner
Alone.)
She wonders, yet again…
Can he –
Can
Finn Hudson
Silence the
Walls…
Again, she
SCREAMS.
"Rachel,"
He whispers again.
"We'll
Get through
This
Together."
She will not
Look.
If she
Looks,
She sees
Walls.
So, she
Gazes
At
His
Eyes.
"There is
No cure…"
She suddenly
Says.
(The walls are dark:
Caving in all around her
Smaller, smaller…
And so.)
"I don't
Care,"
He
Takes her
Hand.
"I don't
Care,
You know."
She feels
Fire.
Sees it, too.
So glad she
Can finally feel it's
Warmth
And not
Only feels it's
Heat.
Finally,
she hears
The singing of
SILENCE!
She no longer sits.
Alone.
The walls are still dark:
But are no longer
Caving in all around her.
But are no longer
Smaller, smaller…
And so.
