By Kellie Powell
Drew attends her estranged father's funeral. When pressured to speak, she resists - at first politely, then firmly, and finally, she erupts with frustration. Extra credit: Check out this video of one young woman's version of this monologue.
DREW:
You don't get it. I've been afraid of my father all my life. My first memory... is the day my brother spilled a can of paint down the stairs. My parents were painting the house. Ricky thought he was helping, but it was too heavy for him, and... paint just went flying, everywhere. I held my breath. I don't know why I thought that would help.
My father put his fist through the wall. I screamed. Ricky and I started crying. And the whole time that he... the whole time, he kept yelling at us to stop crying. I couldn't. I thought he was going to kill us both, and my mother couldn't stop him. I was four years old. Ricky was two.
And I have been living in that hole in the wall, ever since.
This monologue is from Richard Fisher's Funeral by Kellie Powell. If you would like to read the entire play, you can purchase an electronic copy of the script for $5.
This play is also available as part of the Heartland's Rejects Collection, six ten-minute plays for $10.
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