Wow… this is really weird for me, and its so, so pathetic

Changed

The curtain opens on a girl of about 20, obviously weirded out by something. A stool is in the middle of the room, but she ignores it and walks instead to upstage right. Spotlight is centered on the stool

“I wish I could have just stayed gone. It would have been better than this. It’s like taking a piece from a puzzle, changing the puzzle around, and trying to fit that piece back in. This place, even though it has stayed the same, has somehow changed. The appearance is the same-- the houses, the trees, the buildings-- are all the same as I left. Even most of the people look the same. Sure, some hairs might be shorter, some bones might be taller, but the overall form is identical to the one I said goodbye to last year. It’s what’s on the faces that has changed. The expressions, the looks that these people give me, are strange to me. The words that people say to me are unfamiliar and alien, but what hurts the most is the eyes.”

In the next paragraph she walks towards the spotlight and eventually sits on the stool.

“The eyes give away everything, yet at the same time they give away nothing. That odd feeling that their eyes give me is what has changed. I used to be loved here. I used to call this place my home. These people, the very ones that give me the uncanny stares, I used to call them my friends. Now I just wish that I could go back. Even my best friend that I have known since forever doesn’t seem to know me at all. My old boyfriend has alienated me in his eyes. I don’t know what happened to us.

It’s not that long, a year, is it? Really, if you take it apart, one day at a time, all 365 of them, a year is only a drip in the river of life. A single year means nothing in the binds of love, and friendship, or does it? Does a year really make that much difference in the whole scheme of things? A single year of being away from this place won’t change anything all that much, will it?

I can say truthfully that a century can barely change this town, never mind a year. So little has happened here in all of my 17 years of living here, what could have happened in only a single year to make this much of a difference?

What if the town never changed? What if, instead of the town, it’s me? Isn’t it easier for one person to change than many? What if nothing here changed at all? It’s harder to put the blame on myself, but, what if it’s not the puzzle, it’s the piece that got remade?”

Spotlight fades and all is black.