Why did I hope

[Clock ticks in the background at 8:37pm, Angel stares at herself in the broken mirror with a bloody fist on the desk infront of it. Hair a mess with tears down her face, and a phone in the other hand.]

*sing*
Angel: He wont call, why was I hoping for a miracle, he wont call its a silly dream in my head why was I hopin for this phone to ring, a pretty tone, why was I hopin for a pretty tone, he wont.... call

GoodShoulder: Its not yet even 9, why all this emo times, cut your hand whats the point, he will call if you give him time, just like he does, give you time to call him back, just like he gives you time to talk to him, givin you time and time, while you give him none, why oh why this emo time

BadShoulder: Dont listen to her, shes pulling you wing, he wont call you know it so, listen to your heart, can you hear it ache? Its telling you the damn right truth listen to it, its not spreading love, its spreading hate, just like you and your pathetic angel wings.

Good: What are you babbling about cant you see shes in need of comfort?

Angel: No Shes right, I am useless, no shes right, he wont call me, I dont blame him, I am worthless, I dont know who painted over the real me, but they should die, die a horrible nastey DEATH

Bad: Your heart is being shadowed by an image in his head, he never once thought about the real you, the pimple face 16 year old, who crys every second over build up emotions why oh why does he love you so? I would have dump you ages agp

Good: Your not helping, she is beautiful Cant u see she has the look she has the shape, every guy at school is lookin her way!

Bad: S**t!

Angel: What!?

Good: Dont listen to her, shes lying to you.

Bad: Dont listen to me, and you shall see, how heart broken you can be

Angel: I thought he loved me, I thought he cared

Bad: No he doesnt he doesnt love you *hands her a bloody razor* end the pain end the sufferin

Good: Put it down and wait for the call

*clock strikes 9*

ANgel: end the pain end it all, I can be free of my emotions, how I would love to be free and not have to force a smile or cry every night oh how oh how oh how I would love to be free!!!

Good:: *Say* ANgel dont!

Angel: *place sthe razor along her wrist*

Bad: End it all end it all sweet beautiful pain is gone,

Angel:.. Pain.. is gone, life is ending, pain is gone, Im so happy.... *drops scarley red wrist and the razor*

Reviews

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I normally don't take the time to read stage plays, but I'm glad I read this one.
It was really well done (seriously). I really liked how the dialogue flowed and sounded very...classic (I'm not sure that's the right word).
I really can't find the right words to explain what it is I like about this, but just know that it's extremely well written.
Keep it up!