Intro to acting monologue

(beginning)

I got out of that town. But something was still wrong. Wronger, even. Time wasn’t right. It was moving too fast. And then I was 19. And then I was 20. And then I was 21.

I got out of that town. But something was still wrong. Wronger, even. Time wasn’t right. It was moving too fast. And then I was 19. And then I was 20. And then I was 21.

Like chapters skipped over on a DVD. I told myself…“This isn’t normal.” “This isn’t normal.” This isn’t how life is supposed to be.

Like chapters skipped over on a DVD. I told myself…“This isn’t normal.” “This isn’t normal.” This isn’t how life is supposed to be.

I thought about running away again. But I knew that everywhere would be just the same. A little bit after my 22nd birthday, I paid this burnout kid who used to hit on me in the food court $50 to bury me alive. I mean…he didn’t know he was burying me alive, but I doubt he would have cared too much even if he did.

I thought about running away again. But I knew that everywhere would be just the same. A little bit after my 22nd birthday, I paid this burnout kid who used to hit on me in the food court $50 to bury me alive. I mean…he didn’t know he was burying me alive, but I doubt he would have cared too much even if he did.

I bought a coffin. I dug a hole. I got inside and I closed the lid. I said to myself, “This is crazy.” “What you’re doing is crazy.” But another part of me knew that it wasn’t. That it was survival. And that I didn’t have much time. So I waited. And then finally, the first spadeful of dirt hit the top of the box. And then another. And then another.

I bought a coffin. I dug a hole. I got inside and I closed the lid. I said to myself, “This is crazy.” “What you’re doing is crazy.” But another part of me knew that it wasn’t. That it was survival. And that I didn’t have much time. So I waited. And then finally, the first spadeful of dirt hit the top of the box. And then another. And then another.

I sang songs to myself. I counted to 10,000 without skipping any numbers. I forced my mouth to produce whatever saliva it could muster just so I would have something to drink. I screamed as loud as I could for help. I apologized for the whole thing. And I begged God for someone to come along and save me. I tried and tried to claw my way out, but that burnout guy had packed the dirt in too tight

I sang songs to myself. I counted to 10,000 without skipping any numbers. I forced my mouth to produce whatever saliva it could muster just so I would have something to drink. I screamed as loud as I could for help. I apologized for the whole thing. And I begged God for someone to come along and save me. I tried and tried to claw my way out, but that burnout guy had packed the dirt in too tight

And then, after I don’t know how long, I felt myself start to leave. And it was like I was watching myself on TV from across the room. And I was moving further and further away from the screen until the screen was so small that I couldn’t even see myself anymore. And then I was clawing my way up out of the ground.

And then, after I don’t know how long, I felt myself start to leave. And it was like I was watching myself on TV from across the room. And I was moving further and further away from the screen until the screen was so small that I couldn’t even see myself anymore. And then I was clawing my way up out of the ground.

 And then I was at the surface, gasping for air, rain pouring down on me. Thunder and lightning. And I was finally back there. Back at our old sleepaway camp. And just like I was waking up from a bad dream, that whole life… that whole reality where I was Maddy Wilson…drifted away.