// indicates interrupting/overlapping.
(A group of teenagers/young adults are all gathering their belongings and gradually leaving the room. There is the sound of multiple conversations occurring as they leave through different stage exits. The last 3 are William, Kia and Dr Logan although Kia cannot yet be seen. William is frantically trying to put everything into his bag, before standing up, smiling and looking to Dr Logan, whom he thanks before exiting stage right. Dr Logan and Kia remain on stage. There is an arrangement of empty chairs in a circle, and the two of them are sitting at opposite ends of the circle. There is a digital beeping from Dr Logan’s watch. The sound of a wall clock is ticking, spotlight on Dr Logan only, insinuating that he is the only one there.
Dr Logan: You don’t have to worry. We’ll tackle this together.
Kia: (head is bowed, she says nothing.)
Dr Logan: (His voice sounds awkward and slightly patronising). I bet this feels tricky doesn’t it.
(Spotlight up on Kia)
Kia: (lifts head, looks displeased, remains silent)
Dr Logan: Let’s start nice and gentle, shall we?
Dr Logan: Were you there? Did you see it? Look…here…at me. It’s ok.
(further pause and silence)
Dr Logan: (voice is more soothing and calm) Ok. I want you to try and just close your eyes for me. Yeah? Can you do that?
(Kia is silent. Her facial expression gives the impression that she is highly offended, still displeased – as if to say “of course I can”
Dr Logan: I mean…it’s…it’s ok…you don’t have to. (He is running out of ideas.) Just… you know…when you’re ready…you can…you know…
(There is a lengthy pause, exact length is the decision of the director. This can be extended to a few minutes or simply be a case of seconds. During the pause, the clock ticking seems louder, feet are scuffling on the floor, Dr Logan clears his throat several times, looking down then up, then at the clock, then at his watch, whilst occasionally clicking his pen. Kia is more still than Dr Logan who seems to fidget a lot and seem restless and slightly impatient. Dr Logan begins to gather up his belongings, stand up and makes for his exit stage right)
Kia: (head is still looking down, arms remain folded. Mumbling) Of course.
(Dr Logan stops in front of the door, paused. There is a brief silence.)
Dr Logan: (still facing the door but looking slightly towards his left shoulder) …I’m sorry?
Kia: Of course I was fucking there. Of course I was. I was his entire fucking world, and you’re questioning whether I was there or not?!
Dr Logan: (turning around, walking back to his armchair, placing his belongings down. Sits forward, forearms resting on his legs with his hands clasped.) Kia. I don’t doubt that you were. I mean, being his little// girl.
Kia: (monologue begins relatively strong but becomes more emotional throughout as it goes on. Dr Logan is silent throughout. The sound of car brakes screeching, the doors slamming and a man shouting, begging “please no” plays before Kia starts to talk.) // I can still see it. Every. Single. Detail. It was cold and it was dark and it was everything you’d imagine it to look like. It wasn’t my fault. I was putting things in the car and we were talking. He said he was behind me…and he was. But I didn’t see them. I thought he was coming to get into the car. I tried to help but I was useless…I was so fucking useless. Why him? Why did they choose him?
(Dr Logan sits back in his seat, looking empathetic, a notebook on his lap with a pen but he remains still and silent.)
Kia: (becoming increasingly irate) It happened quickly. But, it still seemed to drag on and on and on and on. To the point where I can just…I can see it. I can see it so clearly. Just like. That. Quicker than you could blink. (pause) I had a reason, ok. These men. These disgusting, fucked up excuses of human beings had taken the one thing, the only person I had…and for nothing. (pause) Never in my life had I wished something bad upon anyone.
(Dad enters stage left and sits beside Kia. She does not acknowledge him, nor does she respond to him.)
Dad: No matter how hurt you are, Kia. No matter what people do or say, you must promise me that you’ll be the bigger person. You need to stand up and walk away. Let them be the villain.
(A caretaker enters stage left. He is old and has a sweeping brush. At first, he doesn’t realise the room is occupied. He begins sweeping. As soon as Kia starts talking again, his attention is drawn to her, as he stands in the background watching and listening.)
Kia: (becoming angrier, still. SFX of screaming, police sirens and fighting which result in Kia tightly shutting her eyes, tensing her body and flinching slightly. She bows her head.)…and after all of this has happened, everything I’m telling you, you want to know how it felt…(lifting her head) Why? That’s not going to undo anything is it! It still happened. Not to you. Not to them. Not even to me. It happened to my Dad. It doesn’t matter how I felt because it happened. And right in front of me! And now…he’s not here anymore and I’m in a lot of fucking trouble. I’m sure you’re clever enough to know how that “felt”.
(The caretaker bows his head, removes his flat-cap in respect and puts one hand on his heart. He shakes his head slightly in dismay and makes a slow exit stage left).