Winters End (test)

On a late winter night in nebraska on a snowy sidewalk in a small town there stands a man bundled up  enough to keep an ice cube hot. he looks around the streets watching the one street light in town slowly fade from yellow to darkness. not a sound in the air or a disturbance in the cosmos of this quiet nebraskan town. everything was peaceful and majestic and the wind chill was freezing snow to windows on contact.

Man: *looking at his reflection in the window of an abandoned store with bare mannequins and broken glass faded behind his own figure* hey, you’re gunna be just fine. everything is okay. *he looks himself in the eye, he sees what he hates, he sees what he was, he sees what he can never be. moments pass and the stare down proceeds in a obsessive fashion, he wont give up, as if to say he was hosting a blinking contest with himself.*

Man: (whispering then gradually increasing the volume and meaning of each word) stop it, stop it, stop it.. YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU NEVER WERE AND YOU NEVER F-CKIN WILL BE. YOU ARE A COWARD. YOU ARE NOT FEARLESS. YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU ARE F-CKING NOTHING. *as tears stream down his unsure face, he puts his hands on the window and begins smashing it with his forehead*

Man: ahahahahahahahahaha(slams face into window)  you (slams face into window again and he sees a crack forming) DESERVE (smashes his head in the same spot because there was something about watching the glass spider before his eyes) THIS (as he slams against the window once more) *the man wipes his face and looks at his palm seeing his own blood on his hand*

Man: (vigorously pacing the sidewalk along the now spidered store window) All theses years. ALL OF THESE F-CKING YEARS, FOR NOTHING. (he unzips his coat and throws it into the road, followed by his sweater and then his t-shirt) ITS NOT COLD. ITS NOT COLD OUT HERE. F-CK THE SUN. F-CK THE MOON. F-CK EVERYTHING MAN. (taking off his shoes he chuckles to himself) ahahah i worked for these shoes.. I wasted my life for these shoes, and these pants, and these socks. HAHAHAHAHAAHAH (staring at every article of clothing he had on earlier in the evening dispresed across the snowy street and sidewalk)

Man: *reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a cigar and lights and sparks it* (he tossed the lighter and puffed the cigar a few times) im gunna miss these things.. (he steps away from the window to get a running start it) im gunna miss these for sure. *he runs and jumps into the window and crashes thru it and lands on broken glass, not only the glass he had just broken, but glass that someone else had also broken*  (the momentum of his head and the window caused him to lose consciousness naked and cuddling with shards of glass and a burning cigar just inches out of his hand.)

hours go by, and he remains in the unconscious state of mind he brought himself to.

Man: (waking up on the ground cold and in pain he looks around and sees what he did) F-CK, F-CK, F-CK, F-CK. WHY AM I HERE, THIS SHOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED.. (he grabs a shard of glass and puts it to his wrist and presses down on his vein and began lasarating the skin.) he begins screaming* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

KNOCK KNOCK

Female Voice: Steven? are you okay in there?

Man: (looks up to see a broken mirror in a small bathroom with a shower that had no curtain. he looks down into the sink and sees his blood dripping into the sink from his hand) *he drops the broken mirror shard and stares at the broken reflection of himself* (confused) yeah I'm fine

Female Voice: I’m coming in (the door knob turns slightly) *”steve” grabs the knob preventing the woman to fully turn the knob* STEVEN! OPEN THIS DOOR!

Man: (leaning against the door) f-ck off janice. I'm taking a sh-t.

Janice: if you’re on the toilet, how are you holding the door shut?

Steve: IM STRETCHING (he starts grunting and acting as if he were really stretching)

(in the distance behind the door you hear janices voice shouting: HELP! STEVEN IS HAVING ANOTHER EPISODE)

Janice: right this way, hes in the bathroom

Mans Voice: (a very deep intimidating voice) I’m going to give you one chance to open this damn door steven.

Steve: (wrapping his gash in his hospital issued white tee)

Mans Voice: I’m giving you to the count of three..

Mans Voice: one…… Two……..

Steve: (takes a step back and waits for the door to open on three)

Mans Voice: THREE!

as a large black nurse man comes in with janice behind him, steve bolts toward the door. he slips just out of the reach of the large nurse, and was about to pass janice but she was ready with a needle, she stuck him in the arm as he ran thru her on his way out of the room which connected to the bathroom he had harmed himself in.

Man Voice:SH-T. GET HIM

Janice:Chill out, I stuck him with the tranquilizer.

Mans Voice: CHILL OUT? do you remember the last time he got “tranquilized?” i certainly know i dont forget seeing him stab mikey at the main desk to make his way out of this wing of the ward. I also dont forget watching him climb the wall up to the roof then jumping off making a nice distance between him and his room.

Janice:but that was last year, i used a stronger dosage for him, he’ll be out in a minute

by this time steve had made his way more than halfway down the hall to the entrance of the wing he currently resides in. a swarm of nurses and staff members behind him in terror because they knew what he was capable of. steve made his way to the desk where he had once stabbed a staff member for his scan card to get out, but this time there was no staff member, just a desk. steve hopped behind the desk and searched it for something.. anything.

Steve: Now all of you back the f-ck up.

the crowd got closer

Steve: BACK THE F-CK UP

Janice: Just wait, hes going to be out any minute now.

the staff reluctantly followed her order, and they just watched him watch them.

hours pass and steve stays standing behind this desk having a staredown with a staff of angry nurses and occasionally glancing down at the now red shirt on his wrist. steve fell asleep against the wall.

He wakes up to find himself strapped to a bed looking at a bright light

Steve: WHERE THE F-CK AM I??

you can hear the door to the small room unlock, then the light goes out and you see the silhouette of a rather small man.

Steve: Doctor, whats going on? Where am i?

Doctor: Shhhhhhhh (he says as he places a damp rag over steves mouth and steve slowly loses consciousness)

End Act I