A monologue from the play by John Patrick Shanley
ROBERTA
He came into my room. He was drunk. It was real real dark. He was mad cause I’d gone out partyin and my mother was away and nobody’d been watching the kid.
He was yellin at me and I was thinkin, He yells and I do nothin. So I started cryin and sayin I was sorry. He put his hands on my face.
I put my hand out and I touched him. There. He got quiet. That’s what did it. I made him get quiet. I could never make him do anything.
That’s why I did it. So I could make him do things. That was the only time. There was one other time after that when he wanted me to, but I wouldn’t.
And that was good, too. Right then. Would you be able to kiss a girl who’d done that? How am I gonna get rid of this!
I can’t stay like I am! I can’t stay in this f***ing head anymore! If I don’t get outta this f***ing head I’m gonna go crazy!
I could eat glass!I could put my hand inna fire an watch the f***in thing burn and I still wouldn’t be outta this f***in head!
What am I gonna do? What? I can’t close my eyes, man. I can’t close my eyes and see the things I see. I’m still in that house!
I wouldn’t a believed it but I’m still in that house. He’s there and I’m there. And my kid. Who’s nuts already.
It’s like, what could happen now? You know? What else could happen? But somethin’s gotta.
I feel like the day’s gonna come when I could just put out my arm and fire and lightning will come outta my hand and burn up everything for a thousand miles!
It aint right to feel as much as I feel.
