They Really Care
A monologue by Catrina D.
PIPER: (walks in stage left, carrying a machete, blood pouring from it. She lays it down on a messy coffee table and drops onto the couch, looking at a blank ceiling.) You think you're special, dont you? You think you're powerful, huh? You must be proud of yourself. You must be so overly filled with joy, seeing that I killed another innocent person just for your entertainment. (she stands up and pulls off her jacket, tossing it carelessly to the side.) Yeah, I know you're happy, I know you think this is fun. And I know you think you can rule over me. Well, you cant. I can resist you, I can do it. Taud said I could. (she pauses, growling.) What? Care? No, I dont care for anyone. You should know that by now. (she turns, picking up a picture in a broken frame.) Yeah, I know that monkey brat is annoying. What? Why do I train her? Well, who else will? She's an idiot, someone needs to teach her. (she smirks.) And as for the pile of bolts, she needs me even more. (she growls again, frowning.) there you go about caring again. Why would I care? Why should I? (she drops back onto the couch, letting her hair down) I mean, who cares about me anyway? You cant give what you dont get, right? ...What do you mean, they hate me? Yeah, sure! That's why they're constantly relying on me to get them through things, and all that, "I luff joo, Piper!" crap goes on. I guess they do care..(she shakes her head, and grunts.) Right, there we go with the caring issue. (she sighs.) You're really pissing me off, you know that? I'm not weak! Caring isnt a weakness! Wait.. I dont care! I cant care! I was never taught to care.. Ugh, you know what? fuck you, you stupid peice of shit. Yeah shit! (she jumps up, her fists squeezed tightly, small tears forming in her eyes. ) You heard me! I cant believe I listen to you! I cant believe I kill for your enjoyment! And most of all, I CANT BELIEVE I FUCKING CARE! (End.)
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