Dropout Monologue

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

One of the other girls there began to talk to me her name was Jenny. She was chewing gum nonchalantly and just chatting away. She said this was her second time and that it wasn 't a big deal anymore. But her eyes looked hard and hollow, but I just figured that was the type of person she was.

Have you tried drugs? Because by trying drugs even once it puts a person in danger of a life full of constantly depending on the feeling that drugs seem to provide. In the Greek epic The Odyssey, Homer exemplifies the themes of drug abuse in upper classes and the luring capacities that drugs can have on vulnerable people. In the epic, Helen’s beauty sparked war that caused death and turmoil, and she was forced to cope with the guilt by abusing drugs. This relates to our modern day society where many young adults are drawn to the mind numbing effects of drugs and allow themselves to be taken away from their imminent pain and into a life of searching for a permanent high.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

Before she hung up the phone last night she gave me her address and told me to text her when I was leaving Dinah’s house. I woke up the next morning with Ally’s head nuzzled into my neck with her arms and legs wrapped around me protectively, Dinah and Normani’s head on my back with their arms comfortably wrapped around my waist, and Pia’s head at my feet hugging my legs. I was wrapped in a human blanket of love, these girls have been with me through everything, they stuck by my side when no one else would, helped me up when I fell or when someone pushed me down, held my hand when I was scared, like now. I love these girls, I would die for them and they would die for me.

“You stupid bitch,” she said as she stood in front of the grave stone crying, her voice cracking, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” Anna felt like her heart had shattered. She should have stopped her, she shouldn’t have let her put that needle in her arm; she was supposed to be watching Melody. She fell to her knees and remembered the funeral.

Furthermore there are many reasons why people first start using drugs, but most are centered around pleasure or the expectation of increased efficiency or creativity. Initially most substance produce an effect such as euphoria or relief from anxiety, sadness and tension. This may be intensified by social circumstances that the individual confronts and many of the substances allow him to forget adverse life circumstances. In addition alcohol or the use of drugs can also give self-confidence and access to a new group of friends. In time many substances create new problems, difficulties are ignored, minimized or wrongly attributed to another causes and the user have difficulty in evaluating the advantages and disadvantage of continuing to use them.The addicts often describe their drug or alcohol use to ‘uncontrollable urges and cravings‘, craving is a desire for the substance and an urge is the internal drive or the stimulus to act on the desire, if a craving cannot be satisfied, for example understanding , an individual may turn to another such as substance use. Richards, D et all (2007)

“Sweetie? Where are you going?” I heard my mother’s faint voice call out from the kitchen. I was standing at the front door, halfway through opening it when I heard her voice. It was Oli’s, my best friend’s, birthday and her, Angelo, and Dante, were going to Las Vegas to spend her special weekend.

The man and woman hurried silently side by side down the dank passage. Occasionally, the woman would glance furtively over her shoulder. The passage was dark, and the only illumination came from a glowing torch that the man carried. The low light shone brightly enough to see that they were both nobles, for they were dressed with distinction.