So this was a scene I wrote for my acting class last year... Enjoy!
(Emily and Jerry (17) are in a hospital waiting room; Emily’s mother is in critical condition after purposely overdosing in an effort to kill herself. Everybody is waiting for her to die, and this is the last time Emily will get to speak to her.)
Emily: It’s so cold!
Jerry: Well that’s to be expected in place like this…
Emily: Yeah I guess so… but it really shouldn’t be. Anyway thanks for being here with me.
Jerry: It looked like you needed it
Emily: This has just been really hard for me. I just… I need a friend right now
Jerry: Well I’m here for you, you know that. Hey, are you still cold?
Emily: Yeah, why?
Jerry: Well do you want to maybe borrow my coat?
Emily: Thanks Jerry… God I NEED to stop saying that word… it seems like that’s all I ever say these days. People come up to me at school and say “Oh I’m so sorry for your loss Emily”, or “You are so brave, I can’t believe you have to go through this” or the worst, “I know what you must be going through, but you’ll get through it” and I just want to scream at them, tell them that no, they don’t know what I’m going through, and what if I don’t want to get through it and that SHE HASN’T DIED YET so they can’t be sorry for my “loss” because she’s STLL HERE! But instead I just meekly sand there and say “thanks”.
Jerry: You can yell at me if you want to. I’ll let you. And you don’t ever need to thank me either. Just being with you is enough for me, is there anything I can do for you?
Emily: Oh Jerry… I wish you could help, I really do, but I don’t know what to do… sometimes I think she was the smart one. IS IS the smart one. Sometimes I feel the urge to end it all too…
Jerry: and then you think about your family and how much they need you and you realize that you would ruin their lives if you did? That they need you? How will your dad survive if both you AND your mom are gone?
Jerry: Emily… what would I do if you… if you… jumped off a building or tried to drown yourself or something?
Emily: I don’t care. My dad will get on with his life
Jerry: What about the people at school, all your friends? How would they feel?
Emily: They would feel nothing, it’s not like they care.
Jerry: And what about me?
Emily: … yes …
Jerry: What?
Emily: yes. You are the reason I’m still alive. And you have no idea how close I have come. After cooking dinner, I’ve held a knife to my heart, my hand trembling. Some of my clothes even have a tear and a red stain right over my heart, that’s how close I have come. I’ve broke into the alcohol closet, not that it’s ever locked anymore, and you’ve seen me on the roofs, over looking our city. But I never do it. I look out over the rooftops, or at my trembling hand, and I try to think of the things that make life worth living. I’ll admit, it’s difficult at first, but then I think of poetry and my favorite books…
Jerry: Yeah but the character’s lives in your favorite books are shit. How does that make you feel better?
Emily: Because they all had something, or more often, someone to live for.
Jerry…
Emily: My someone is you.
Jerry: I love you Emily.
Nurse: Ms.Mayburry?
Emily: It’s time. Jerry, will you come with me? I don’t want to have to face this alone.
Jerry: Of course.
Emily: And Jerry… I love you too
They walk out
