My name is Leah, and I’m 37 years old. I’m in the down town of Cleveland talking to the police. I’m very nervous, and it shows since I’m shaking, crying a bit, the death of my daughter, Sarah, is still hitting me.

The officer asked me to tell him what happened, since I was the one who found her. I told him about Sarah, my hands and legs moved a lot. Sahara had depression for a very long time. But she wasn’t the only one. Her father, sister do too, and I was on antidepressants when I was her age too.

I was on antidepressants when I was her age because my father had a new job and I had to move, leaving all my friends behind. That hurt me for years and it wasn’t until I was fourteen until I was happy and normal again. When I was twenty-one, in my third year of college, I had met my husband, Charlie, and we got married when we graduated. We had two girls, Sarah being our first, and Anna was our second.

Sarah was okay all through high school, but things changed one day. She just all of a sudden fell apart. She was in her first year of college then, and I asked her to come home so many times, but she kept saying no. Things got worse when she was hospitalized last summer. I thought that was going to help her though, I began to think that she would find the help she needed, but I was wrong.

I was going to have breakfast with her that morning. I guess that she had it all planned out. I called, and no one answered. I didn’t think anything was wrong, I thought her phone was off and she was asleep. So I went to her apartment and to my horror, I found her dead on the kitchen floor.

I began to cry when I said this, sobbing as I went on. I found out later when the ambulance came to get her that she had swallowed over ten of her antidepressants at once and soon after a bunch of sleeping pills. That caused an overload in her body making her sick and soon her body shut down completely. I had saw every mother’s horror, her child dead, and only to know I couldn’t save her. Didn’t she know that I would have done anything to keep her safe and to make her better?

This is a paper I wrote for my Theater class. I had to create a story about the person i was saying a monologue about. The name of the play has escpaded me, but the story i wrote here is based off of what i think went on with the mother, Leah. The story line of the play is completly different from what i wrote. This story is mine, and does not belong to the writers of the play, and i give them credit for the character Leah.