Playing Dead... Nightmaring Plays... Part IV

Continues from part III

…Dave:I don’t know why I feel cool, calmed… (Enters Reeds followed by Rodney and Dave sees him) well I felt so…

Lt. Hound: please sir, sit down (Rodney does) could you say your name aloud please?

Rodney: Rodney Callahan

Lt. Hound: Did you know the victim?

Rodney: Yes, I did know him very well.

Lt. Hound: How did you become friends?

Rodney: Actually he wasn’t my friend, I said I knew him.

Dave: that’s true; you can’t possibly be friend of anyone.

Lt. Hound: so what did you mean by saying “Yes, I did know him very well”?

Dave: (sarcastic) Yeah! Please tell me...

Rodney: well, knowing the kind of shit someone can be doesn’t mean that he is your friend. (Dave faces him)

Dave: say that again bitch!

Lt. Hound: please answer the question.

Rodney: I knew him because of Lucy. He was her boyfriend by the time I meet her. She told me everything of him, and to say for me it’s more than enough.

Lt. Hound: You will excuse me, but I heard she had an affair with you and that fact is most important as a reason for him to commit suicide.

Rodney: though it’s none of your business I have to admit it is true. But I wouldn’t call affair something that lasted six months.

Dave: Oh really? So why did she came to me again?

Lt. Hound: Please answer, do you think it might have influenced Dave to kill himself?

Rodney: I guess so. As he was such a coward to accept she preferred me I think he escaped.

Dave: (Hound calls Reeds and tells him something while Dave speaks) Coward?! You are the coward! You fuckin’ liar! You never dared to say anything! You always hid behind her shadow waiting for a chance to be with her! You never faced me! If you’d have done so other would have been dead and not me!

Lt Hound: So, are you saying you wanted him dead so you could be with miss summers?

Rodney: I didn’t say that. I just said he was a coward and that dying he escaped from the truth that she didn’t wanted him any longer.

Dave: You wanted me dead! You made this happen!

Lt. Hound: Good. That’ll be all, thanks mr Callahan.

Dave: that’s how you’ve always been! You throw the stone and hide your hands… It’s not that nobody does it, but you coward never admitted it! You played this game just as you wanted it to outcome! No I’m dead, but I swear you’ll never make her happy as I could have made her!

(Dave screams and fall on his knees. Enters Reeds followed by Alison)

To be contunued... wait for the last part...

Playing Dead... Nightmaring Plays... Part III

Continues from part two...


Enters Vivian followed by Hound and Reeds who stays at the door.

Lt Hound: sit down, Could you say your name aloud please?

Vivian: Vivian O’Connell

Lt Hound: Did you know the victim well?

Vivian: Well, I did but not as my other friends. He was more close to them than me, though we spent lots of time together

Lt. Hound: ok, under what circumstanced did you meet?

Vivian: at a party for my arrival from France a couple of moths ago. And… that day we had an affair… nothing very serious anyway.

Lt. Hound: well… more than necessary, uhm, do you have any idea of the reasons he might have had to kill himself?

Dave: (kissing her cheek) Yep, you were such a good friend, so nice that I couldn’t resist your attraction. I guess you couldn’t also. I miss your presence… I swear... do you still think we were just friends?

Vivian: let me see, during all the time I knew him he always looked sad, like worried for something. He looked like he was going to commit suicide one day. I would say his girlfriend had much to do with his mood, He told me many times how much he loved her, and how much bad she did to him when she cheated on him. Every single day he told me that it was too difficult to live with that pain inside and besides seeing the one Lucy preferred almost the whole time.

Lt. Hound: who was this guy?

Vivian: Rodney. he's outside waiting for his turn.

Lt. Hound: when did this happen?

Vivian: well, as I see, this has nothing to do with me making clear I had nothing to do with his death.

Lt. Hound: I beg your pardon. Well. Anything else you think would be useful for us?

Vivian: I guess not.

Lt. Hound: that will be all then. Thank you.

Dave walks besides her to the door, and then turns to the audience:

Dave: you know… she would be the only reason to come back to your (pointing the audience) world. She made me feel like I was on fire whenever she kissed me, she made me realise of the meaning of passion… but then… I’m dead! I feel cold, empty… not very different from the real world, but… I don’t know… It’s more quiet being dead.. I don’t know why I feel cool, calmed… (Enters Reeds followed by Rodney and Dave sees him) well I felt so…


To be continued...

Playing Dead... Nightmaring Plays Part II...

[I'm uploading one character's declaration only at the time as it is easier to read]

Continues from part one...

Enters Lucy followed by Reeds, she’s been crying, and her eyes are wet. Lt. Hound goes out. And Dave walks around the room [Remember they can't hear or see Dave]

Reeds: Could you say your name aloud please?

Lucy: Lucy Summers

Reeds: Ok, did you know the victim?

Lucy: Yes, I do of course. He was my boyfriend.

Reeds: Well, how long had you known him?

Lucy: For almost three years

Reeds: Under what circumstances did you meet?

Lucy: I’d known him since we were kids, we were neighbours (dries her eyes)

Dave: (touching her hair speaking while is not) I remember all those days when we were happy… do you darling?

Lucy: We studied at the same school but we split in secondary… then we got into the same studies at college and started our relation…

Reeds: Good, uhh... can you think of a reason he might had had to commit suicide?

Lucy: (nodding in negation) I wish I knew…

Dave: (screaming) Lies!!! You are a reason! Your lies! Say you were!

Reeds: sorry for the intromission, but I know you cheated on him. Don’t you think it could have had something to do?

Lucy: That’s something I keep for myself and I won’t tell you my secrets. I think it’s been enough! (exits at the time Hound enters)

Dave: perfect! That’s how you’ve always been! (reeds says something to Lt Hound ) Run! Escape as usual! I see it was wrong to stay with you after all! Fool me! (reeds go out and calls one of the witnesses) can you see? We all are fool ones, we realise of the truth when we are dead! Oh! Good! Let’s die then, discover what you always wanted to know! Don’t miss this opportunity! It’s free anyway! (Always sarcastic)

To be continued...

Playing Dead... Nightmaring Plays Part I...

Dave is walking around the room, Goes to pic up a needle and a tie. He shots himself with heroine. Then sits on the sofa and starts hearing a voice:

Voice: why are you doing this? Isn’t there any other way to forget? Or are you trying to just escape a little from all the things you don’t dare to admit?

He covers his head with his hands and starts to walk around the room again looking at nowhere.

Voice: why can’t you accept you suck? She realised of that, that’s why she left you!

(Dave sits in the sofa again) takes a knife and cuts his arms. He rests himself back on the sofa and says:

Dave: I won’t listen to you anymore.

Lights go off, when they go on again enters Lucy, Austin, Alison, Lisa, Rodney and Vivian. They find Dave dead.

Lisa: Hi Dave, how… (Screams) what did you do, you fool!? (cries)

Austin: wow, this is odd… I don’t understand…

Rodney: We better call the cops guys… (They all look like worried)

Lights go off again. When they open, the scene has changed: the corpse has been covered with a blanket and all the guys are in a corner waiting as the police checks the room.

Lt. Hound: (calling a policeman) Reeds, have you found anything?

Cop Reeds: yes sir, we found a needle and heroine, a couple of rubber bands and the knife the victim used

Lt. Hound: any letter, note of anything of the kind?

Cop reeds: no sir.

Lt. Hound: right, so the only thing left is to take their speeches. (Calls them) Please gentlemen come here. (They get close) We’ll have to ask for your declarations to leave this clear so you can go home without any responsibility, You first sir please. (Austin)

Lt. Hound: could you say your name aloud please

Austin: Austin Greenbaum

Lt. Hound: did you know the victim?

Austin: yes sir. We were friends in fact.

Lt. Hound: and how long have you known him?

Austin: I’ve known him since last summer

Lt. Hound: under what circumstances did you meet him?

Austin: well, we were at a summer camp near Pucón. He was on vacations and stayed at the hotel I worked in. he asked me once where he could get Ecstasy so I told him to go to Rod’s cause he was the clocker there that summer., after that we went to a party and we became very good friends.

Lt. Hound: have you ever used drugs? (yes) do you still take them?

Austin: no, not now that I decided to go on rehab.

Lt. Hound: do you know how often did the victim use heroin?

Austin: well not that often as he used to, but I know he started not long ago taking ecstasy, you know everything stars with E and then come other stronger things, acid, heroine…

Lt. Hound: I see. I know you were living in his apartment. Why was it?

Austin: well, I began my studies in history this year and as he was my friend, he offered me to stay at his apartment while I got a scholarship. As nothing ever came I stayed with him and with Lucy all this time.

Lt. Hound: mmm, do you have any idea why he could have committed suicide?

Then, lights go off, and when they go on again Dave is there standing.

Dave: what?! (He looks at his arms) What happened?! I’m supposed to be dead!! (He realises that nobody listens to him and puts his hand in front of their eyes but they don’t notice)

Lt. Hound: don’t mind the light, please answer the question

Austin: well, he was dating a girl, Alison, but she cheated on him. That’s why he went on drugs. But I knew he was ok by now.

Dave: Lies! You knew that all the time! You convinced me to go to that party so they could have time to cheat on me!!! And they called themselves friends of mine… ha!

Lt. Hound: well, that would be fine. Thank you Mr. Greenbaum.

Dave: can you see what a good friend he is? Well it’s not important, anyway I’m dead... (he starts to play fool) wuju! I’m dead! (To the people) Hey you, discover the real advantages of being dead: people can’t see you, so you can mock on their faces but hey will not care… Because they don’t see you! Second: you can fly!!! (Tries to fly by jumping) well, you can’t, I guess you have to be another kind of ghost to do that. But the most important: you can hear conversations and realise of things people never wanted you to know!!! Fuck the all liars!!!

Enters Lucy followed by Reeds, she’s been crying, and her eyes are wet. Lt. Hound goes out.

To Be Continued...

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Silence... A blackout...

He was awake late at night, one that had been really cold and clear and in spite of that, he went out to smoke a cigarette before going to bed. He lived in a building with strange corridors and complicated architecture. This building was in the middle of a big noisy city where the cars never stopped and the people never stopped to think about anything but work and money. As the city was too noisy he didn’t expect to find much quiet in his favorite place to smoke, a corner where the fluorescent lights of the building never lighted. So, he started to think about how he could find some peace there, where noises were dominant. Suddenly, he realized that everything worked better if one tries to ask questions the other way around: to get the perfect silence isolating every sound and paying attention to none.

The first thing he heard was a car running down the street. It stopped at a red light in the corner while an old and loud motorcycle from telepizza reached the corner. The light must have turned green because both vehicles continued their way and their sounds faded away. After that, a dog started barking some houses north. He had come to ignore those sounds and others like the guys upstairs playing poker and dinking, the ring bell every five minutes and so on. After this, he noticed a buzzing, searched for it but didn’t find where it came from until a blinking from the corridor gave him the idea that it was a fluorescent light. Little by little every sound was being left behind including his own breathing and body shaking.

A guy laughed on the upper floor. They must be drunk already he thought. The cigarette in the box began to scream: Smoke me! Smoke me! He delighted with the sparks of the lighter and the sound of the paper burning, and even the sound of the first smoke was a pleasure now that he had found the perfect silence. When he released the smoke he remembered a Pink Floyd’s video. Finally he realized how quiet it felt to concentrate on just one sound. He sat in (on??) the stairs and continued smoking. His feet were cold and his toes felt wet, but he didn’t mind after a couple of smokes.

Then, the blackout came. All of a sudden everything went dark, the boys upstairs hauled and the dog barked louder. Even then he was able to ignore those noises and returned to his peaceful darkness and quiet.

There, in the middle of the city, hidden in a corner of a building, a place were the moonlight never reached, a little red light shined and faded on and on. This cigarette poorly illuminated his freezing-pale face. Maybe he felt as if he were in the perfect loneliness, sad, obscure, cold, freezing shaking, smoking and hearing every sound but paying attention to none.

This was the color black, the absence of light. And with this absence the perfect silence came. The only thing he was able to hear was his own heart beating. The rest of the noises pretended to have gone and no other disturbance dared to alter that hidden place.

Gradually he started hearing his beatings louder and louder. Not because of his heart actually beating stronger but because of the silence. It was indeed weird, but he got scared that someone could hear his heart, though nobody was near. In fact he didn’t think of it.

After a while he really got mad about it, he tried to concentrate in this sound as he had done with the others but it was worse. Every second was harder and he couldn’t figure out how to stop feeling that awful sensation. He had started sweating cold and got madly nervous. He hurried the cigarette and lit another right away. He was shaking, but not because of the cold. This time was truly because he was scared and nervous. He felt as if his chest was going to explode because of his heart beatings. His veins were too narrow for his blood to run through them, his hands shaked as his fingers tried to catch some calm from the cold air.

He couldn’t stand this any longer and decide to lit his lighter to have some light to drive off the complete darkness, and when he did the electricity returned to the city. The boys upstairs screamed in happiness, the dog ended barking and the buzzing returned to his normal annoying routine.

He breathed now relieved, dried the sweat off his forehead as he continued smoking. His heart calmed down with the light on again but still the silence insisted in taking over his place where felt safe, so he gave up to the silence. It made him fell like dead, like if he didn’t exist. After all, nobody was near and the only company he had was the buzzing of the fluorescent light from the corridor.

Again, in the middle of the city, in that hidden place where the moonlight never reached, there was him, smoking and hearing to every sound but paying attention to none.