A/N: Angsty mood caused by my mother. Enjoy.
Play: A Streetcar Named Desire
The scene is different from New Orleans, the polka plays in a slow, smooth undertone. There is a bed on the far side of the wall. There is a small window in, allowing minimal light - bars over said window cast shadows across the room at night. It is mid-day, however, there is a bright, scathing light in the room. A naked lightbulb hangs in the middle, casting the harsh light. Blanche lays on the bed, her room encased by walls and a huge, double-sided mirror. The door is set beside the 'mirror', again, bars placed against the viewing window to prevent escape. The walls seem to be closing in on Blanche - there is a number of IVs attached to her arm, her chest slowly rises and falls. She is dressed in a simple smock with no undergarments, shackled to her bed. It is implied that there is a number of sedatives being pumped through the IV as Blanche is expressing 'rational' thought. Stella and Stanley stand on the other side of the two-way mirror, they have had a falling out concerning their visit to Blanche's room. Stella is visibly upset, Stanley amused. A Nurse stands by, to monitor Blanche and provide advice.
Blanche: There is nothing for me now. Not a thing. Not Allan, not Stella, not even Mitch. "O, woe is me, T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see!" Ophelia cried...but I am no Ophelia! Should I dare to take that role! Should I? Ophelia, poor Ophelia... [Blanche sobs openly] A flower amongst weeds, stamped and crushed until they left nothing! No-thing! Not a thing! And what of I? I too suffer like Ophelia...this cursed world, how it leaves such a great stain! A stain! [Blanche gazes at her hands for a brief moment] No, unlike the Lady Macbeth, I have no stain on my hands! But I do carry one! It is on my very soul...I feel it on my heart. [She clutches her chest] A poison lingers on my lips... [She touches her knuckles to her lips] Desire, desire...how wretched, how bestial, how... [Blanche gasps for air] It is due to him. No one believes me but I feel it...deep within. [She presses her hand over her lower stomach] When it happens, when this demon appears, they shall all know. What that man did to me...how he grabbed me by force and I fought! I fought! Against him, the brute! That Polack! He dragged me over and... [She bursts into fresh tears] and...as my sister welcomed new life into this world, life brought on by him...I became an unwilling participant. For he grabbed hold of me, pushed me onto the bed and he...he did what they all do. [Venom drips in her voice] But it doesn't matter, it never matters because I am me and he is him... [She turns eerily at the two-way mirror] Are you listening, dear sister? I know you're there. [Her eyes shift to the side] He's there too. I shall now speak plainly, dear, baby sister...your husband raped me. In that very bed you share with him now. When? On that day...the day I was left alone when you welcomed...his spawn, his seed, his- his- his brute into this world!
A/N: Monologue by Blanche. Itching to get this one out, so I did.