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ENGL210 Introduction to Creative Writing

First Drama Assignment (due Tuesday 04/16 by 6pm)

Write a one-page monologue (a speech by one character, often used to reveal something about themselves). Set up the characters and setting as we saw in the examples in class (Waiting for Godot and A Raisin in the Sun). It can be as sparse or as detailed and directed as you want. Think about how to take the most advantage of the performance aspect of drama. In other words, why is it important that your monologue is drama as opposed to poetry, fiction, or even film or TV? What will make it come to life on the stage? Post here on the blog by Tuesday 04/16 at 6pm. Also, feel free to use the drama mad-libs we did in class as a starting off point.

 

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  1. If I told you the summer after I dropped out of college was the most interesting summer of my life, you would think I am a complete fool or devoid of any direction. And I can’t blame you for thinking that.

    Imagine being in a family of meritocratic overachievers.
    When your parents were trying to structure every detail of your life so you can have the “best life”. Looking back on it, they were more concerned about the bragging rights they never got. No matter how much they tried snowplow my way to the top, I always found a way to hurl myself back into the frost.

    When I was younger I thought it was because I was dumb, but looking back it was probably my subconscious way of telling them they can’t and should not control me.

    When I went away to college, I thought I would be free of the structure. But instead I felt judgement. Perhaps it’s because I’m too anxious for my own good, but I knew the real reason why. The college knew I did not want this, and they in return did not want me.

    Our mascot was a sneering boar, and we had a big, ugly statue of it at the entrance of the dorm complexes. And it judged me. It knew it wasn’t real, but something abut that sneer was asking me, “What are you doing with your life. What are you doing here”. It was a knowing grimace that knew my upbringing, that resented me for never taking what was given to me but also knew this was not where I belong.

    Every day when I had to go back to my room it snarled at me.

    It was on every syllabus reminding me how much I didn’t want to be taking said class.

    On every bill notice telling me I’m wasting money.

    I had a 3.5 gpa my first semester with minimal effort, and it was there on the honors society invitation, mocking me.

    I couldn’t leave my dorm room, check my grades, or put together my schedule without the pig jeering at me. I became a hermit who lived off takeout and spent all day in my room, shaking, thinking about what I really wanted to do, and how I spent my entire life never being allowed to do what I wanted to do. And the last time I saw it was when I dragged myself out of my crypt to take a midterm, and it…had to have been renovated while I was hiding.

    The new bronze reflecting the sunlight made it look like it was on fire.

    It was on its hind legs, pointing down at me, screaming.

    I blanked out and when I came back to reality, I was on a train back to my hometown.

    That night my parents “forgot” to pick me up. But that was okay. A silent walk through the woods on a summer night is preferable to being choked by berating thoughts in a silent car. I couldn’t find the keys to the house. So I wandered to the apartment building of a close friend. They weren’t home, so I had to sleep outside. And I had a dream.

    There was a statue, but it was all bronzed blocks and polygons. Like the pig, but undefined and malleable. I wanted to destroy it, but for some reason, I took the metal objects and molded them into something new. Something I wanted.

    When I woke up, all the anxiety in my chest was gone. I went to get up and felt a crinkling in my pocket, and fished out some folded papers. They were the documents I received when I dropped out, and the boar was on the header as always. But they weren’t snarling, or even making much of an expression. It was just a stylized boar. Maybe they gave the mascot a new design when I was there. Maybe they didn’t. All I knew was that I was free.

    *This is like. A monologue in a sense when you spill something personal to a close friend or two. There’s probably hand gestures and facial expressions but I did not think that they were needed for what I was trying to do with this.

  2. Enter Robert, and his loyal pack of admirers trailing right behind him eagerly, as they exit the secondary school building. Robert takes on his usual confident walk, and lights a cigarette, with his school books under his arm.

    (Robert takes another drag of his cigarette.) Did you hear her again in class today, boys? Oh, how she takes a liking to me! The new school teacher must have some massive crush on me, why, she calls on me so often! Don’t you agree boys? (His friends nod in agreement, clearly impressed.) Ronnie, I told you to stop wearing that stupid fuckin’ overcoat! You look like a child! Now, we may live in London, but you Ronnie will never be able to pull off an overcoat. (Throws his head back in laughter, before glaring at his friends who do not follow suit.) Am I right boys? (The boys quickly chime in with agreements and laughter.) Now, what was I saying about Ms. Campbell? Ah, yes, what a liking she’s taken to me! (Ms. Campbell enters stage, notices the boys, and walks over. Robert pales, and pretends not to see her.) What do you mean she’s coming over here now? Let’s keep walking boys, yeah? There’s no need for her to fawn over me even more today. I said, keep walkin’ you stupid fuck! Ronnie, I swear… Do you have ears? Why would you stop to talk – Yes, hello, Ms. Campbell. Er – Yes, my mum is home today. Uhm – no, there’s no need for you to come over, thank you! (Robert chuckles nervously, frantically glancing around at his confused friends.) No… I don’t need a babysitter for today. Uhm, alright, yeah, I’ll tell my mum you say hi… Have a good evening then, Ms. Campbell. (Robert’s face reddens as his friends burst into laughter at his expense.) She’s not my babysitter… I… I can explain!

    1. Enter Robert, and his loyal pack of admirers trailing right behind him eagerly, as they exit the secondary school building. Robert takes on his usual confident walk, and lights a cigarette, with his school books under his arm.

      (Robert takes another drag of his cigarette.) And so I told him, I’ll sock you right in the nose if you don’t shut your trap this minute, you piece of scum! Oh, you should have seen him, boys, he looked like he was ‘bout to piss himself out of fear. (Robert pauses to look at one of the boys in disgust.) Ronnie, I told you to stop wearing that stupid fuckin’ overcoat! You look like a child! Now, we may live in London, but you Ronnie will never be able to pull off an overcoat. (Throws his head back in laughter.) Am I right boys? Now, what was I saying? Ah, yes, Jerry looking like he wanted to piss himself he was so scared of me! He is such a fuckin’ pussy I swear! The next time he thinks he can get away with embarrassing me in front of the whole class, he will think again. Won’t he, boys? Ronnie, why are you walkin’ so slow? Do your legs not work? Oh, shut up and keep up, you stupid fuck! Ronnie, I swear… Do you have ears? Christ, you’re giving me a headache. Now, what was I saying? Ah, yes, just how much I make Jerry quiver in fear. The next time he’s got somethin’ to say, he’ll think twice about it! I’m the King around here, boys…

  3. My name is Beth, and I am schizophrenic. I’m not attractive but at least I am very photogenic. My best friend is a maggot that gives wonderful advices, he has goat-like hypnotizing eyes. I usually feel him around, crawling through my veins and he sleeps very comfortable in the cochlea of my inner ear (Twisting his neck back). He does talk too much and he is always mad. When I ask him questions, he responds occasionally. But I would sacrifice my life for him as much as he would do for me. We know we are the only sanes in this decrepit society (Clenching his fist with anger).
    People think I am disodered because I run around the city with all my drawing in my right hand, my backpack on my chest, short pants, cowboy boots, an umbrella on my left hand and an absolutely charming toreador hat. I sometimes stop to rest when I found a rock to sit in the parks. I stare and count the street dogs. Sometimes I stare for hours (Staring at the white wall without blinking). Personally, my favorites have green wounds and their barks sound like “Trip trip trip” (a slight expression of bruxism). But I am not an antisocial, I like talking to people. I tell many lies because their minds are very easy to play. I like giving wrong directions so people will be late to their destinations. I use antibacterial after talking to anyone so I won’t have to load myself with their existential burdens.
    I have two beautiful life partners waiting for me at home! They wear beautiful bride dresses and entertain me so much from all the people who want to hurt me. Sinks that I can never see their faces. Their hands are pretty pointy and they inject me morphine for the pain. Sometimes my best friend rests in my artery and receives all the drugs. But I understand him, we both need a little bit of anesthesia to survive this cruel world. I have my body full of scars, deep cuts and first-degree burns. But don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, nothing delicate. I never feel any pain because I stay all day on the effects of the drugs. I just have to take all my medicines during the year so I can control my dreams of witnessing you in agonizing pain after I fissure your beautiful long fingers with the scissors I have in the drawers next to my bed (Attempts to catch breath with a long pause). I love handmade jewelry…

  4. Enter Amelia, her parents, and two little sisters. You can hear a pin drop as they walk into the auditorium, as their admirers fawning behind them stagger, with their pens, and pencils. They walked to the stage for their interview, as the fans stared at them glass-eyed.
    Amelia, although 26, still could not process fame and its bounty. She had been in the spotlight since she was three years of age. She also was very anxious, when it came to being in public places.
    Whispers plundered the vicinity. “Did you hear Amelia and Kyle are back on again?” A voice, said the shuttered throughout the crowd. Amelia hated having her life pried through and mangled with, like an open sore. She hated having her love life be the Hot Topic. She felt like she was on The Wendy Williams Show. “Why is all the news about me so me so often!” She said to herself. Her and her family, finally made it to the stage. They had a new reality T.V. show premiering in the Fall, about children being sent away to boarding school. All of the commentators started to bombard the family with questions. So many people were over-talking each other, that it sounded like a Giants game was going on. Too much was going on, and after a while, Amelia started to get dizzy and fainted. Five hours after seeing stars she woke up in the hospital she was immediately rushed to, at Mount Sinai. For Amelia today was not like any other day. The stress and pressure immediately got to her realizing that the fame was too much and decided to quit the industry altogether. Finally, she did something to take charge of her own life.

  5. Ever since I can remember I always wanted to be an Eagle Scout (which is the highest rank in Boy Scouts) or just a Boy Scout for that matter.
    My adventure started when I was 12 and technically by that age I should have joined BSA but the Cub Scout Master at the time was nice enough to let me join Webleos, which is the step or rank before you cross over to Boy Scouts.
    Being a Webleo wasn’t all that bad; we had parties for the holidays such as Halloween, Christmas and Easter. We also had fundraisers and the parents to every child had to pay dues, which in turn would allow the scout to go on camping trips, have ceremonies and other scout oriented events.
    I’m going to be honest I wasn’t always the good scout, like everyone who is a young teenager tries to see what they can get away with. It was nothing to serious it was minor things like watching a fight go down and not getting involved or accidently having the end of a hot stick that just came out of the fire hit a kid between the eyes.
    Like anything I have had good and bad times and that was just Cub Scouts. With Boy Scouts I was obviously more mature and being after a while I had leading roles I learned a lot and occasionally started or just watched as shit hit the fan. Our Boy Scout troop was very small, at its peak while I was there was about 21 and as the years went on kids just left, either parent couldn’t afford or they lost interest. From what I learned being in the BSA is not only to teach you new skills like how to save a life, swim or survive in the wilderness, it also teaches you discipline and that you are part of a extended family.

    1. Becoming an Eagle Scout wasn’t easy. First off you have till your 18th birthday to complete the Eagle Scout project. But before all that you have to complete the previous ranks, which are “Blank Rank”, Tenderfoot, 2nd class, 1st Class, Star, Life and finally Eagle (then you have the gold leafs but that’s if you’r an over achiever and reach Eagle before you turn 18). For 2nd and 1st class you have to do a swimming test. 2nd class is jump into the deep end and swim out for about 25ft and back. As for 1st class its jump into the deep end but swim for 100 yards( which in an olympic sized pool is about 4-5 laps) and perform different strokes such as breast, frog, side and backwards stroke and to show that you can relax your body after all that you have to do the dead mans float for a whole minute. Of course being a city slicker swimming doesn’t come easy as compared to the country folk.
      So it took me about 2yrs to complete both requirements. Then came the Star and Life requirements, which were pretty straight forward and then came Eagle. For Eagle you can do many things that help the community ranging from donating food to the local church pantry, repairing or even repainting park benches, fixing hiking trials. For me I somehow gathered enough non-perishable goods to fill 23 medium to large size boxes that were sent to the men and women fighting overseas. Reaching Eagle as you can see was not easy, but the reward was well deserved and over the years the requirements for each class have became more and more intense, so good thing I became Eagle when I did 5 years ago.

  6. Feelings are very rough. They are a slippery rollercoaster with spikes and loops that are basically uncontrollable. The past influences us in ways that we can’t even imagine or control. They are like a wild bull that needs to be calmed down, before destroying a small village. Clouded from the truth. Have I made mistakes? Of course. I’m only human. Do I doubt myself? Absolutely. On the daily and regret most decisions I make. These decisions that I feel are right, but people seem to disagree with and make me seem like a horrible person. It’s very tough to cope with, but coming to terms with that is the answer. These feelings are rough and hard, like a log covered in bark, but after time, patience and a bit of sandpaper, they can be smooth and make us look even better than we once did. It’s happening to all of us. Feelings are hard to explain. Constantly allowing us to look like something that we are not. They can dictate us at times, but do they make us who we are? No. Not at all. Our personality is that. Our personality is the knight to slay the feeling dragon. And before slaying a dragon, one must prepare. Take some time to train, finding yourself and forgetting all the negativity that has happened in the past. Only then can you be at the highest level to slay the feeling dragon. It’s not gonna be easy, dwelling on the past doesn’t make overcoming yourself easy. The dragon will bite, claw, breathe fire, but after time training and truly finding out what you want to do, you can befriend or slay the dragon. Casting away or coming to terms with the past. Only then will the feeling dragon disappear. You can do it. Going through life is tough, school, family, friends, relationships its all difficult to juggle, but coming to terms with the dragon inside will truly make you the knight or better yet, the hero you’ve always wanted to be.

    1. Listen Rudy, feelings are very rough. They’re a slippery rollercoaster with spikes and loops that are basically uncontrollable. The past. It….kinda influences us in ways that we can’t even imagine or control. They are like a wild bull that needs to be calmed down, before destroying a small village. Uncontrollable. Clouded from the truth. A monster who people stray away from. Have you made mistakes? Of course. You’re only human.I’m the same, to be honest. Do I doubt myself? Absolutely. On the daily and regret most decisions I make. These decisions that I feel are right, but people seem to disagree with and make me seem like a horrible person. It’s very tough to cope with, but coming to terms with that is the answer. These feelings are rough and hard, like a log covered in bark, but after time, patience and a bit of sandpaper, they can be smooth and make us look even better than we once did. It’s happening to all of us. Feelings are hard to explain. Constantly allowing us to look like something that we are not. They can dictate us at times, but do they make us who we are? No. Not at all. Our personality is that. Our personality is the knight to slay the feeling dragon. And before slaying a dragon, one must prepare. Take some time to train, finding yourself and forgetting all the negativity that has happened in the past. Only then can you be at the highest level to slay the feeling dragon. It’s not gonna be easy, dwelling on the past doesn’t make overcoming yourself easy. The dragon will bite, claw, breathe fire, but after time training and truly finding out what you want to do, you can befriend or slay the dragon. Casting away or coming to terms with the past. Only then will the feeling dragon disappear. You can do it. Going through life is tough, school, family, friends, relationships its all difficult to juggle, but coming to terms with the dragon inside will truly make you the knight or better yet, the hero you’ve always wanted to be.

  7. [Mandy enters from the left onto the stage and walks over to the microphone. As she takes the microphone off of the stand the audience claps. She paces the stage as she speaks]

    

I don’t understand why people have children. I really don’t. Just finding someone to be with is so difficult. You go through all the trouble of trying to cultivate a personality for yourself. You read books. You hang out with people and develop social skills. You try to develop some kind of a personal style that will highlight your physical features and making them pleasing for people to look at. This involves, clothing, hair — make-up for women, sometimes. You go to school. You get a degree. You get a job. You have friends. You have a relationship. Hobbies. You make a life for yourself that is definitely for you, but also something that someone else might want to join and share. You are doing all this work to market yourself. You date different people, presuming the effort to make yourself attractive has gone okay. You get to know them. You see if there’s any like….y’know, sexual chemistry. Can you talk to them? Are they nice to look at? Do you get along? Can you have a conversation? Are you able to really be intimate with them in a way that allows you to express things that are really deeply true? Can you handle it when they do the same for you? Are you put off by what they say? No? Okay, so you like each other. Now there’s the delicate balancing act of trying to see if you can blend your lives. Do you like their friends? Their family? Do you like doing the same things? Do you like dogs? Cats? The same movies? When you go on vacation together…do you fight? Are you able to plan things together without wanting to KILL one another? And once you’ve figured all that stuff out…can you handle the boring parts? Can you just be happy with this one person in a way that makes you forget about all the other potential partners that might be BETTER for you? When you four years in are you itching to touch someone else? Or would you rather stay? Have you cultivated something that’s really worth trying to maintain for the rest of your life? Yes? Really? Holy shit, wow, that’s amazing. It was hard, right? It was REALLY hard work making it this far. This was an INSANE balancing act. A gamble! Who knew if this thing would work. You are SO CRAZILY lucky to have found this person with whom you think you can share the rest of your life and be happy! So let me ask you something. After all this work….why would you want to introduce a tiny, wailing, demanding, totally irrational, completely merciless little stranger into your life to completely fuck up all the work you put into trying to create this partnership? Why would you want to make it so that the partnership isn’t about the two of you anymore, but the person — this STRANGER, who is now more important to the two of you than the two of you are – which was the whole point of your trying to find each other in the first place!? And I see some of you looking at me like — stranger? Does she mean the baby? YES, I mean the baby. You don’t know who that person is. You ever see that movie The Good Son? Where that women’s kid is a total psychopath? That you could your kid! Eliiott Roger? That could be your kid! That kid who jumped up and down on the counter at McDonald’s screaming about how he wanted like…some kind of Rick and Morty sauce and then dove on the ground squealing like a pig and then Naruto-ran out the door when he didn’t get any? That’s what all that work was for. That what you sacrificed your partnership for. Kids? Fuck that.

    

[The audience is silent. Mandy smiles brightly and waves exuberantly]



    I’m Mandy thanks everybody goodnight!



    [Mandy exits the stage]

  8. [A woman stands on the stage in a red dress facing away from the audience, hair down, spotlight on her. She has a microphone in her hands.]

    I just can’t stand it anymore. I’m fed up! I’m fed up with being the lesser sex! These men think they’re all hot shit, with their nose up in the air smelling each other’s fucking shit.
    My name is not darling, OR honey, stop calling me that if you don’t know me! You’re not a southern waitress asking me if I want butter on my toast. Enough of that shit. It’s belittling.

    How come when I’m dancing in the club in order to make me move you have to put your god damn grimy wet hand on my lower back in order to tell me to get out of the way. I don’t see you doing that to any of the guys in the club. I’d much rather you said Deep voice “Move out of the fucking way, I’m trying to get through” than touch my back or any part of my body again.

    If im not smiling, theres a reason, stop telling me to smile. I’m not here to please you, I’m going to get to the wherever the fuck I’m going, hopefully without you following me or catcalling me. I don’t need that shit.

    You know what aggravates me most! And I’m sure you know it too, ladies. STOP asking me if I’m on my period every time I’m upset. All that’s going to do it make me even angrier! Frustrated scream Maybe I am on my period, let me fucking be.

    Don’t tell me the reason men aren’t as thoughtful as women are because men were historically the sex who did the protecting and hunting and so they didn’t have time to think about their women. Don’t blame them for your laziness.

    Lastly, stop fucking explaining shit to me that I didn’t ask to be explained, I’ve got Google for that shit. Plus Google won’t try to convince me that if you pull out I can’t get pregnant. She turns around to show she’s pregnant.

    Ladies, a man did this to me point to belly. When my daughter is born I will name her Brianna, it means strong. She gonna need strength to live in this world. I will teach her that she doesn’t have to take any of men’s shit. And that she needs to find someone that will actually listen to her ideas, respect her when shes upset instead of calling her cute. My baby is going to know how to survive in this world.

    -Samantha Aversano

    1. Briana marches onto stage shes in pink camouflage. Briana should make sure she is ready to scream, there is no microphone on the stage.

      Briana: Standing at attention. Listen up, ladies! We’re going through women boot camp! Men, continue to look at your phones like you do during all your dates.

      During this boot camp, you’re going to learn to be a badass bitch and to not take shit from Clap no Clap one!

      Step one to being a badass bitch: Don’t feel like because of your size you can’t be a badass bitch, I knew a woman who was 4 foot 8, and she was the baddest bitch I knew. She didn’t take no from anyone! Lighter tone. Unless involved sex, because she understood consent.

      Back to an Army tone. Step two to being a badass bitch: Every morning you are going to jump out of bed, go to the nearest mirror and point to that bitch in the mirror and say “I’m going to get shit done today! I will not let anyone or anything get in my way! I will not think about yesterdays mistakes, because yesterdays mistakes make me stronger today.” And then rip the nearest thing to you in half.

      Step three to being a badass bitch: Stop being a people pleaser! Unless that ‘people’ is you, do things for yourself. In other words, stop settling! Get rid of that boyfriend that does remember your birthday! Send back the food that wasn’t cooked right! Get out of your rut!

      Once you accept your badass-ness you’ll be able to go through life feeling powerful!

      The next time some guy on the streets tells you to smile more, you wont be afraid to grit your teeth at them talk through gritted teeth. And scream in their face. If the look on their face is shocked, you’re doing it right.

      Stop putting those keys between your fingers when your walking alone in the middle of the night, they don’t puncture as well as you think they would! Get yourself a brass knuckle and beat the shit out of anyone that even looks at you.

      The next time your man asks if you’re on your period because you’re acting a little “Moody” Air Quotes. Reach for your pad or tampon and stick it to the wall. Fast Motion of sticking something to the wall. To assert your dominance and mark your territory!

      Lastly, ladies stop tearing each other down! If we’re going to take over the world and overpower the man, we’re going to need as many strong women as we can get.

  9. Ava: Who knew that love could be so blind? Trust me…I don’t play into cliques either but…look at me…I had to be blind in order to get dragged this deep into despair.
    (Rest)
    Listen Doc, when I looked into his golden eyes all flaked with dark brown specs (cries)…I fell…but I never thought loving him would lead me here. (Raising voice) LOOK AT ME I’M TRAPPED, SURROUNDED BY THESE GRAY BRICK WALLS WITH NO WINDOWS, PUSHED AROUND AND RAPPED BY WOMEN BIGGER THEN ME, WOMEN WHO COMMITTED WAYYY BIGGER CRIMES THAN ME, (Rest, calms down) and worst of all you. You come here everyday and the court expects me to talk to you… about killing my husband. You wanna get in my head? You wanna find out why? Well Doc, I would love to find out why too…was it all the times he left scares on my back? Or the time he kicked me in my ribs so hard I couldn’t cook dinner for our children? Or or all the times I had to wake up early to put makeup on my black eye so the kids won’t ask what happened to mommy…but no no, that I could have handled. What broke me was the cold feeling I felt in MY house that night. The hearing my bed shake and squeak from the floor above me. Picking up that black lace panty and bra set on the hardwood stairs I just redid from when he pushed me into it. First thing I thought was hey at least she’s got style. And idk Doc when I opened that door and saw my only sister in the bed with that abusive skank of a husband. I blacked out. Did she know how he was treating me? Because that level of betrayal could drive a woman mad. Do I regret it? Only missing the shot that was meant for her head…

  10. Monologue

    Enter a young woman in her mid twenties. She is in a business attire: black blazer over a white blouse with matching black pencil skirt and black heels. Her dark hair is tied back into a tight bun. The stage is empty. She stands in the middle of it with the light shining down upon her. She is in a state of panic..

    Young Woman: I can’t breathe. I can’t—NO. No. Everything will be ok. I can breathe. Just go back out there as if nothing happened. But they’ll all know what happened. I just ran out of the room like a lunatic. I am a lunatic. I’m crazy. I can’t do this. I can’t. NO. No! No, I can. I can’t say I can’t. I have to. I really have to. Think about Isabelle. What would she think? She’s probably embarrassed of me. She probably doesn’t tell her friends her mother is crazy. Does she have friends? I don’t even know if she has friends, and I’m her mother. I’m the absolute worst. No. I can’t think about myself right now. Just think of Isabelle. Think of her future. I have to be strong. Am I ever strong? Mom was. I miss her so much. Mom, are you watching me? Can you hear me? I need you. Isabelle needs me. I have to get back there. I don’t know how you did it. How you faced all those people looking at you like you’re wasting their time. They must be outside talking among themselves, talking about how terrible my presentation was. God, I spent so much time making that presentation. Isabelle even made me a peanut butter sandwich last night. A peanut butter sandwich. She was supposed to be in bed, but she woke up to make me a peanut butter sandwich. Oh, Isabelle…I wish you could see her, mom. She looks just like you. She has your eyes. She’s so beautiful, and she has grandma’s sense of humor! I don’t deserve her. But she needs me. I can’t stay here. I have to go back out there and face them. Just continue the presentation as if nothing happened. I just need to breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe.

    She inhales and exhales three times. The light slowly fades to black.

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