I know you're there, but can you hear me?
[Lights are off.]
Boy: Do you know how infuriating and frustrating it is to know that, you may indeed have a future? Can you see how much pressure is put on you because you know that you have a future and time is just waiting for you to get there, but in order to get to that point in time, there are so many things you have to do? Those who know they have a destiny are at a disadvantage. It's the people who know they don't have a future who have the most potential to be something so impossibly great that even they can't see it yet. For example,
[Lights turn on on one side of the stage to reveal a girl on the floor of a bathroom crying. It is not clear how she got to be on the floor of the bathroom. She is alone and vulnerable and she is sobbing in the kind of hopeless way that people do when they think they will be alone forever.]
Boy: Meet my future wife. She's alone and helpless and I can't do anything about it because I haven't met her yet. And it's killing me. She needs me and I can't be there for her. She believes that I don't exist. Which is ironic because I do exist and at this point in my life, I don't believe she exists either.
[Lights turn on on the other side of the stage to reveal a boy in his bedroom, lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling longingly. He sighs and buries his face in his hands.]
Boy: (Sarcastically) In case it wasn't glaringly obvious from the way those lights just lit up, that overtly awkward dreamboat is-was me. I was 16 and single and I was ready to mingle. Actually, I had been ready to mingle for almost 2 years at that time. Yeah yeah, you older people in the audience can scoff all you like at how short 2 years in the big picture is but, come on. 2 years as a teen really feels more like 5 decades in puberty's purgatory. Anyway, back to my wife. My future wife is inching closer to that definitive edge and if she had continued on the path she was on, she may never have gotten the chance to be my future wife. (Frustrated) Do you know how frightening it is to think that you had a true love, but they took their own lives or died on the way to meet you and all you can do is wonder why they couldn't wait for you to catch up to them.
[A single spotlight falls on a frightened boy as he walks through center stage]
Boy: All you can do is wonder why they valued leaving you behind on this planet over falling in love with you.
[Boy begins to look over the edge of the stage. He is scared and crying and is pacing as if he is torn.]
Boy: (Increasingly more desperate and passionate.)Was it your fault? Could you have stopped them? Would they have changed their minds if they knew you?
[The boy's phone goes off. The text message is displayed above the boy. It reads, "You're such faggot. I wish you would kill yourself already. I hate your dirty guts."]
Boy: (Quieter)Did they already know you and decide that you weren't good enough?
[Boy's face becomes determined and grim. He strides to the edge of the stage]
Boy: (Stated as a cold fact with angry undertones.) That's the scary thing about those wonderfully impossible people I mentioned earlier, they don't know.
[A look of calm acceptance crosses the boy's face.]
Boy: They are so blinded by the light of their own potential, that they believe they see nothing and suddenly, (pause)…
[The boy jumps with a short agony filled scream and the spotlight is turned off choppily]
Boy: … they feel nothing too.