PinkFairy
31-05-2005, 19:08
OK, well I was cleaninhg out my room today and I found a load of my old CD's that I had forgotten about for when OI was little. Amongst them was my fave band from years ago, the Spice Girls 'goodbye', for some reason that I don't know (probably because I'm mad) I put it on, and then I had an idea for this script. It will be three parts long and I will post it hopefully over the course of half term. I might be doing a follow up script too, depending on how sucessfull this is.
Please reply!
Goodbye - A three part script
Part One
‘Listen little child, there will come a day, when you will be able, able to say, never mind the pain, or the aggravation, you know there’s a better way, for you and me to be. Look for the rainbow, in every storm, fly like an angel, heaven sent to me.’
The looming walls began to cave in fast, gathering speed until he wanted to fall down on the floor and scream. His heart beats grew faster and louder, pumping blood furiously around his body to stop him fainting and he could hear a ringing noise in his ears like a bell, tingling away driving him near to insanity. He wanted it all to stop yet it carried on regardless, causing his head to feel if it was about to explode under the enormous strain it was under. The room began to spin and he reached out to find something to steady himself but he could find nothing, everything was turned against him. He stumbled and felt himself fall onto the shabby sofa beside him, hitting his head on the hard, worn armrests, his legs crossing over as he stumbled over. He stayed there for a moment before he felt someone's hand around his shaking arm and they began to pull him up carefully before sitting him upright and passing him a small plastic cup of ice cold water that had been poured from the water dispenser adjacent to him. He sipped it slowly, feeling slightly better in a physical state but he still felt mentally torn. How could this have happened? Why to them? Why?
He looked up slowly at the man before him, hating him for what he had told him a few moments. He hated him for what he had said, he must be wrong, what he had said had to be wrong. He was just making it up to punish him! Yes, that’s right, it wasn’t true, not his Sharon.
“Your lying, your lying I can tell. She’s not going to die, I know! How dare you walk in here and tell me that ‘she has a only a small chance of recovery’! She’s defiantly going to live you idiot, she’s a fighter, of course she’ll live, she wouldn’t leave me, she knows how much I need her. We’re going to stay together forever! She promised me!” he barked at the doctor, not caring who heard him.
He began to began to bang on the sofa with his fists, wanting to show whoever made Sharon ill know how much he hated them. Tears poured down onto the sofa in pools and his fist began to aim badly, whacking anywhere until he broke down and could physically not hit anymore. He could do nothing but sob loudly, choking on the tears that fell so fast like a tidal wave, getting stuck as they tried to descend down his stubble ridden cheeks. His eyelashes became weighed down with all the droplets of emotions and his lip trembled like a tree in a storm. His wept like a child and cowered up into a ball, sobbing into his knees hoping they would block all the pain that was killing him so badly.
The man above him looked sympathetically at him, hating this part of his job. He was still quite young for a man of his profession, early thirties at the most and stood half an inch short of 6’3’. He had an athletic figure and it was obvious that he ate well and exercised often. He wore a light blue shirt with a slightly darker tie that complemented him. His trousers were long black ones with a slight crease down the middle that lengthened his already long legs which ended at his polished black shoes. His hair was of a mid blonde, suggesting correctly of his Californian origin. His eyes were a pearl blue and his lips were a light strawberry colour and shaped like a heart. His looked down at Dennis not knowing completely what to say. What do you say that can comfort someone in a position like that?
‘Look for the rainbow in every storm, find pout for certain loves going to be there for you, you’ll always be someone's baby.’
He spoke softly, trying not to sound patronizing. Dennis looked up, trying to see through the mask of tears that hung before his eyes. “Like I said, there is always a chance. You could sit with her if you like, talking to her might bring her out of the coma.”
Dennis knew deep down that Sharon needed him and even if she was going to die he wanted her to know that he was there for her right until the end. He reached out for the doctors hand which pulled him to his feet. He smiled weakly in a way of showing gratitude and slowly began to follow the tall man into Sharon’s room.
‘You gotta keep it strong before the pain turns into fear.’
Please reply!
Goodbye - A three part script
Part One
‘Listen little child, there will come a day, when you will be able, able to say, never mind the pain, or the aggravation, you know there’s a better way, for you and me to be. Look for the rainbow, in every storm, fly like an angel, heaven sent to me.’
The looming walls began to cave in fast, gathering speed until he wanted to fall down on the floor and scream. His heart beats grew faster and louder, pumping blood furiously around his body to stop him fainting and he could hear a ringing noise in his ears like a bell, tingling away driving him near to insanity. He wanted it all to stop yet it carried on regardless, causing his head to feel if it was about to explode under the enormous strain it was under. The room began to spin and he reached out to find something to steady himself but he could find nothing, everything was turned against him. He stumbled and felt himself fall onto the shabby sofa beside him, hitting his head on the hard, worn armrests, his legs crossing over as he stumbled over. He stayed there for a moment before he felt someone's hand around his shaking arm and they began to pull him up carefully before sitting him upright and passing him a small plastic cup of ice cold water that had been poured from the water dispenser adjacent to him. He sipped it slowly, feeling slightly better in a physical state but he still felt mentally torn. How could this have happened? Why to them? Why?
He looked up slowly at the man before him, hating him for what he had told him a few moments. He hated him for what he had said, he must be wrong, what he had said had to be wrong. He was just making it up to punish him! Yes, that’s right, it wasn’t true, not his Sharon.
“Your lying, your lying I can tell. She’s not going to die, I know! How dare you walk in here and tell me that ‘she has a only a small chance of recovery’! She’s defiantly going to live you idiot, she’s a fighter, of course she’ll live, she wouldn’t leave me, she knows how much I need her. We’re going to stay together forever! She promised me!” he barked at the doctor, not caring who heard him.
He began to began to bang on the sofa with his fists, wanting to show whoever made Sharon ill know how much he hated them. Tears poured down onto the sofa in pools and his fist began to aim badly, whacking anywhere until he broke down and could physically not hit anymore. He could do nothing but sob loudly, choking on the tears that fell so fast like a tidal wave, getting stuck as they tried to descend down his stubble ridden cheeks. His eyelashes became weighed down with all the droplets of emotions and his lip trembled like a tree in a storm. His wept like a child and cowered up into a ball, sobbing into his knees hoping they would block all the pain that was killing him so badly.
The man above him looked sympathetically at him, hating this part of his job. He was still quite young for a man of his profession, early thirties at the most and stood half an inch short of 6’3’. He had an athletic figure and it was obvious that he ate well and exercised often. He wore a light blue shirt with a slightly darker tie that complemented him. His trousers were long black ones with a slight crease down the middle that lengthened his already long legs which ended at his polished black shoes. His hair was of a mid blonde, suggesting correctly of his Californian origin. His eyes were a pearl blue and his lips were a light strawberry colour and shaped like a heart. His looked down at Dennis not knowing completely what to say. What do you say that can comfort someone in a position like that?
‘Look for the rainbow in every storm, find pout for certain loves going to be there for you, you’ll always be someone's baby.’
He spoke softly, trying not to sound patronizing. Dennis looked up, trying to see through the mask of tears that hung before his eyes. “Like I said, there is always a chance. You could sit with her if you like, talking to her might bring her out of the coma.”
Dennis knew deep down that Sharon needed him and even if she was going to die he wanted her to know that he was there for her right until the end. He reached out for the doctors hand which pulled him to his feet. He smiled weakly in a way of showing gratitude and slowly began to follow the tall man into Sharon’s room.
‘You gotta keep it strong before the pain turns into fear.’