Teach Me How To Cry.docx

Teach me how to cry

It’s cloudy. It’s going to rain. Do you like rain? I love it. I love it better than anything in the world. I like to be out in it. When it rains in the night, I get up and sit looking at it, and want to go out in the rain. (pause) Will you be going away? You will, won’t you? (No answer. She goes front and looks down) The cliff is steep. I look up at it sometimes when I’m walking home from school. If a person fell down that cliff, they’d be killed. Or if they were pushed. Stop talking to me. You talk and talk and I don’t understand. Go on then! As far away as you want! I don’t know why we came to this terrible place. I hate it here. There aren’t any flowers-nothing. There used to be music here. It was springtime, like now, only people used to come here. They were in love, and they listened to the music. A band played. They were sad. I seem to know it. I seem to hear the music. It makes me want to cry. No, I never cry. I’m cold-it’s getting cold. It’s like crying. Like the sky crying. What? My mother isn’t insane. That’s-a-terrible-thing to say. There isn’t anything the matter with her! She’s-she acts perfectly fine. She’s just young. (pleading) There’s nothing wrong with being young! My mother isn’t old! My mother is never tired! My mother looks after me. She’s always there-for me to go home to-and we talk. I can tell her about things-I can ask her things too! Anything! Anything at al! She helps me to understand. She knows about me-(slight pause) When you want to know something, you ask your mother. When you’re lonely, you go to your mother and she explains things and you’re not lonely anymore. When you don’t understand-when you’re frightened in the night-when you’re hurt-your mother makes things better. She puts her arms around you, and you can lean on her. You can lean on her.

(she is looking front) No, I’m not crying. It’s the rain. They dry by themselves.