Now this little piece was originally written out as a monologue brief for my acting class. However as I continued to write this, I started to see a lot of similarities to a certain lost character. One of my favs to be precise hehe. I think this is the first piece I've ever written without Jack, but my primary focus over here was Kate. Hope you guys will like it :)

P.S. does contain moderate language and bracketed explanations to help us gauge some of her reactions to certain things. It also tends to fill in the blanks for her reason.

This is set directly after Kate blows the house with Wayne in it.


The man you need to know

I always tried to ignore it and be what she wanted me to be regardless of what happened.

Ma thought that everything was okay but it certainly wasn't.

You don't know who I really am, and why I did what I had to do. (Intense and almost said in like a slight warning when she gazes at the burning house before her. The very house where the man who abused her for the last 7 years still lay within, drunk and hopefully lifeless.)

So I stand here now witnessing the sight of a new day, and it is for me in more ways than one, especially when my gaze then falls upon an image that brings a strange sense of relief to me.

I know it shouldn't. That it's completely fucked up in every sense of the word, but what can I say?

It's not everyday that you meet someone like me. A killer with a conscience for herself.

That's what I'm forced to be now.

Why, do you ask?

Because it's easier for me to accept rather than the cold harsh truth.

He was my Father. Ashamed as I am to admit it, but he unfortunately was.

A man I simply wanted to respect me and Ma in the same way she always used to, but instead all he ever was to me was a painful scar. And I do have the scars to prove it.

Everyday….

Everyday he would make me see how little I was to him and the physical suffering I was forced to endure as a result of it.

Each blow struck without hesitation to make the next one, and it wasn't until I said it myself that he finally stopped.

I'm nothing (expressing it in the same way she would when she was a child. Shamed and defeated)

Then he would laugh at me and say that I was a coward. That I wasn't strong enough to physically withstand something like this.

Now who's laughing.

Now who's the one capable of doing anything.

Anything (emphasises)

And you know the one thing I wish?

I wish he would have been here to see this. To see the person he had made me today.

A killer…….his killer.

I know he would have been proud.

So this is the man you know. The woman I know I have to be.

With that she walks off, taking one last look at the burning house she was the sole cause of. Still disheartened that it had to come to this but equally relieved that it was finally over.

She was free from this life.