By Kellie Powell
This play is a series of monologues and scenes about the suicide of a young college student named Nell. Yale is not a close friend of Nell, but he met her once, and happened to interact with her on the night she took her life. The play also includes monologues from her friend Natalie, and her mother Leah.
YALE
I sold her a ticket that night. I only recognized her because we played four-square together once. She introduced herself. I don't really remember anything we said, but she seemed sweet. I didn't know her last name until I saw the article in the paper. It said that she was a sophomore and a journalism major. She was from Joliet. She had a younger sister in high school, named Carolyn. I don't know why I remember everything about that article. Her picture... was in black and white and it was right under the "I-D-E" in "suicide." I don't know why I'm telling you this.
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face.
That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything different. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I?
I just never knew anyone who died.
This monologue is from the one-act play Like Dreaming, Backwards by Kellie Powell. If you would like to read the entire play, you can purchase an electronic copy of the script for $7.50.
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