An Uneventful Narrative-I,III

ACT ONE, SCENE THREE

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House,

A Cluttered Room

A human form thrashes beneath tangled blankets; a thin blade of light cuts across the room. The form under the blankets settles until a piercing alarm spews a symphony of discordant sounds from the nightstand adjacent the bed. The blankets are thrown into the air; a hand shoots out and attempts to smash the alarm into submission.

BOY(exhaustion and disgust tinge each word): Lord, give me strength because I swear to all that is holy if that thing doesn’t shut the fu…

His obscenity is cut short when SIERRA pushes through the ajar door.

SIERRA: Man, I thought you didn’t believe in God?

The alarm’s deafening shrieks persist. SIERRA crosses the room and pulls its cord from the wall.

BOY(collapses face first onto his pillow; his voice now muffled): I don’t. But, Josh doesn’t know that.

SIERRA(a puzzled look washes over her face): Josh? Hold up, did you name the alarm clock?

BOY: It’s loud, annoying, and doesn’t know when to shut up. I thought Uncle Josh was the perfect namesake.

SIERRA(moving to the closet to the right of the bed): Piety and familial animosities aside, you need to get ready for school.

SIERRA slides open the closet and makes her way back to the BOY’s door.

SIERRA( over her shoulder as she leaves the room): Get dressed so you can get something in your stomach before we go.

The BOY stays face down on his bed for a moment, wrestling with the pros and cons of leaving the house that day.

BOY(rising from his bed and stalking over to the closet): Once more into the breach.( The BOY is shuffling through clothes when a thought occurs) Into? Or is it unto? Is it even breach? Great, so it’s gonna’ be one of those(he drags this word out) days. Can’t freaking wait.

The BOY decides on a pair of dark, faded jeans and a scarlet thermal. He leaves the room; not bothering to straighten out the mess he has made of the closet. The BOY casts one final look towards his disheveled room, heaves a sigh, and proceeds to the bathroom. The shower whines to life and the light fades.

An Uneventful Narrative-I,II

ACT ONE, SCENE TWO

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An Empty Field,

Lone Oak Tree

A gawky teen with coffee brown hair sways placidly on a creaking rope swing hanging from a thick oak branch. He lets his feet drag; a plume of dust whirls around him. The BOY’s breath, argent in the frigid air, stands out against the sable night sky. The BOY raises his head to face the sky above. A lone star shimmers down on him and the moon resides within an alcove of heavy clouds the color of brushed steel.

BOY(barely a whisper): What was it for?

The BOY explodes to his feet in a sudden burst of emotion.

BOY(shouting at the sky): What was it all for, huh!?

He keeps his gaze skyward, his eyes fixed on the solitary star. Tears swell in his eyes and he swipes at them furiously with his sleeve.

BOY: I just… just want to know why. Is that too much to ask?

The BOY takes a moment to gather himself; straightens his jacket and takes another swipe at his eyes. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and kicks at the dirt, unsure of what to say or do. A flare of wind sweeps through the field and the BOY tosses his hood up against the cold. A deep sigh escapes him and he once again glares into the star’s distant visage.

BOY:(reclaiming his seat on the swing): It’s never made sense, ya’ know? I see all these people doing things; meaning something. They matter, right? And, then there’s me. Seventeen years and what have they amounted to? (laughing to himself in spite of it all) It’s funny, isn’t it? I’m sitting out here freezing my ass off in the middle of the night and for what? To scream at the damn sky? God? The Universe?

The BOY extracts a hand from his pocket and gnaws at his knuckles.

BOY(still biting at his knuckles): I guess everyone thinks they’re special; that they have a higher calling. Then reality hits ‘em with a one-two and they get themselves a cushy desk job or some minimum wager behind a counter. (his face grows grim) Or they could end up dead in a club bathroom OD’d on crap they bought off the dude in the parking lot for twenty bucks.

The BOY lets his words fill the emptiness around him and he drops his face between his knees.

BOY(muffled and somber): I wonder which one I’ll be?

The BOY’s voice tapers off into the wind; a rustling comes from behind the tree. A girl, SIERRA, dressed in clothes as black as the night stands a few steps from the swing. Her hair, auburn to the BOY’s brown, flutters in the growing winds.

SIERRA: What the hell are you doing?

She pulls her phone out for emphasis and lowers it towards the BOY.  The clock reads 1:27.

SIERRA: Mom and Dad would kill you if they knew you were all the way out here right now, you know that right?

The wind has not let up and SIERRA trembles in the cold. She steps in front of the BOY and talks down to the back of his head; he still has it nestled between his knees.

SIERRA: Hey, are you even listening? I thought we talked about these little late night excursions and how they weren’t the best thing for your health?

SIERRA reaches for the BOY’s hood but recoils when she hears the sobbing.

SIERRA: Woah, dude what, uh(her voice falters) what’s wrong? Come on you can talk to me, you know that.

SIERRA kneels beside the BOY and slings an arm over his shoulders.

BOY(voice breaking; ready to fall apart at any moment): Do you ever feel lost, like nothing makes sense anymore?

SIERRA takes a moment to think the question over.

SIERRA(delicately): I don’t think anyone has life figured out. And, if they tell you they do, then you know they’re full of it.

SIERRA sees that her words have done little to affect her brother’s spirit.

SIERRA: Life isn’t something you can just figure out and then have everything magically fall into place. You have to work your problems out and even then, even if you do everything you could possibly think of to make things go right, sometimes they don’t. But what’s important is that you try.

SIERRA lowers herself to the ground and stares at the moon, now emerged from the clouds and shining brightly.

BOY(raising his head to look at SIERRA): But what if you don’t even know what your problems are? What if everything should be fine, everything is fine, but you still have this goddamn…(he struggles to find the words) This goddamn blankness inside. What then?

SIERRA shudders at her brother’s words but steels herself as she stands.

SIERRA(extending a hand): You could start by going home and getting a decent night’s sleep for once?

The BOY assesses her hand before taking it. SIERRA pulls him to his feet and they set off away from the oak; her arm around him. The swing rocks in the breeze and the light fades to the sound of crunching footsteps and the whistle of the wind.

An Uneventful Narrative-I,I

ACT ONE, SCENE ONE

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Hospital Room

The room is obscured by shadows with only a single, faint light between two figures, the PARENTS, with their backs turned. An uneasy calm permeates the room; a silent battle is waged within the minds of the PARENTS. A meek knock strikes the door and the two figures open to reveal an infant at rest between them. A wisp of a man, the DOCTOR, steps into the morose room.

DOCTOR(with his chin to his chest): I understand you’ve been waiting for quite some time.

The DOCTOR grabs a chair from the corner and wheels it next to the family. He signals for them to sit in the seats opposite him.

PARENTS(in unison): Please, we just want to know what’s wrong.

Their voices trail off and they cast a sympathetic look towards the child.

DOCTOR: Of course, I completely understand where you’re coming from. New parents, you two must be terrified.

The DOCTOR clears his throat and looks over a clipboard. The PARENTS wait in anxious anticipation.

DOCTOR: It would seem you brought him in just in time. We’ve looked over the tests and if I’m being quite frank, things don’t look right.

The PARENTS shutter at the DOCTOR’s words and jump from their chairs to be closer to the child. The DOCTOR awaits a response, but when there is none, he continues.

DOCTOR(solemnity dripping from his voice): The respiratory failure that we observed was most assuredly caused by the VSD which we confirmed through echo.

The DOCTOR stands and approaches the PARENTS.

DOCTOR: It would also appear (he adjusts his glasses; a nervous impulse) that during your pregnancy (he checks the clipboard to confirm) at your seven-month ultrasound, the attending physician cited that a VSD was already present in the child. An oversight…

The DOCTOR is interrupted by the blaring of the heart monitor. A team of nurses rushes into the room and the PARENTS are ushered away. The light fades as the child is surrounded by medical staff.