The Bag Of Three Monologue
|The Bag Of Three by Sharif|
Hi. I'm Rodney, and let me just start off by saying that I'm not your average teen. you see, ever since I was little, people have been picking on me. The "dweeb", that was my nickname in middle school, but now I've been commentated to nerd, and little piece of shit. No one understands me, no one TRIES to understand me, and the harder I try to make things right again the worse they become. If I try helping someone, they push me away, if I try to brighten some ones day, they push me away, if I try to LOVE someone...They push me away!
Have you ever just wondered what our purpose is in life? Have you ever lied awake at night reliving the terror that is your life over, and over again in your head until you scream with anger and despair, and still, no one can hear you? Do you know what it feels like to be hated by everyone you've ever come into contact with? DO YOU?!
Well, I am one of the few people who can answer yes for all of those questions. My life is a living hell, and I have to get out of it; I have to end it. I come before you today with three things in this bag. (gesture towards a backpack he brought with him) In it is a piece of paper with the names of everyone who has ever hurt me on it, the second is a picture of my puppy, the only friend I ever had, and the third....(pause) is a pistol, with one bullet in it. My own instinct hasn't helped me at all in my life, so I I'd let fate choose my future. Shall I end all my pain and suffering with the final pull of the trigger, or shall I go on with the miserable hell-hole that is my life? I guess I'll finally find out what my purpose is in this world, I guess I'll finally know why I was put on this earth, I guess I'll finally find out whether or not I have a destiny. (puts his hand in the bag, and scene ends)