Dramatic Monologue

“Because, it’s sort of become a symbol for me.” I replied, after a slight pause

This story is as much about the narrator as it is about the character. It is a remembrance of a person he cared about, and an acknowledgment of the loss they both “suffered”. Clownpants cannot escape himself, and the narrator cannot escape Clownpants.

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

Eddie: (nods) "I'm positive." (sighs) " Dad, I knew something had been bothering her for as long as I have known her. She never gave me any inkling it was about her father. We were up half the night and she was telling me about it."

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

“No, no not at all,” I lied “I was just was so happy for you I couldn’t hide the happiness on my face.”

“There… There were wildebeest… and he tried to… save me. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said crying as I embraced him.

I maintained a cheeky smile, knowing this is a battle that I wasn’t likely to lose, if due to nothing else but Eddie’s discomfort. “No can do, brother.” We sat in silence for the next several minutes, sounds of acoustic music and grinding coffee beans filling the room. I find my brain drifting back to a memory of simpler days, nostalgia warming my chest. Sinking back into my chair, I peered off into the distance, letting images of old friends flood through and comfort me. ‘I’ve lost them all,’ I sulk, wondering if things could ever be more than violent exchanges of threats and deadly tussles with enemies. ‘It’s safe here. Things will be easier.’

As soon as you walk in, you see a sign, “Enter if you dare;” the clown face that accompanies the phrase stares into your soul. You turn to enter the door and immediately see there are two 13 feet tall clowns; one leans over the girl who walked in before you while she isn’t looking; he proceeds to whisper something in her ear to make her jump and run to the other side of the Bruff Commons. He chuckles a little bit before he approaches you.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

“Never that momma.” He says kissing her cheeks. Momma E turns to me, smiling to me as she came closer hugging me like I was one of her own.

“That’s ok I’ll help you.” My mom said as she could tell I was scared.

This wasn't just a run of the mill clown with a knife. Oh if I had a nickel for every clown with a knife I had to deal with. I’d have a ton of nickels. I was going up against a clown that evidently used trained critters to murder people. That’s a special kind of crazy that you don’t come across often and it’s the sort of dangerous crazy you don’t fight against alone. I needed a brave extra gun to handle this clown. For that, I enlisted the help of a professional friend of mine, who went by the alias of Angie Becker. She was a beautiful dame with blond hair, blue eyes, and legs that made me howl like a wolf at the moon. Awooo. When I was feeling especially affectionate I would call her Angel Becker; she was just so sweet. She liked me too.

"For getting me out of there. If you didn't I would have yelled at them and embarrassed myself," I blurted.

She fusses over him just like a mom, when he vomits, and she seems to express genuine concern for Eddie. He reminds her of her brother, and maybe the real reason she came back is because she feels bad about wanting her brother gone, and she thinks Eddie looks as far out as her brother. She tries to pull him up when the last train arrives, scared that he won`t get on the train. She doesn`t want to abandon him and she doesn`t look and him when she`s entered the train, maybe trying to forget him, so she doesn’t have to feel bad about.