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Little Rena Riding Hood.
Act 1 Scene 1
Scene Summery: The young and rebellious Rena, stands in the door way of her Victorian styled house waiting for her mother to let her go on her way, to her grandmothers house Were her father is staying at.
Scene 1 To papas house we go
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Rena. As a little girl Rena wore a little red cape, and hood, and when ever she went through the village she was called little red riding hood. The name stuck with her until high school. When she entered high school her nickname was reserved for the elderly women of the village, and she went back to being called Rena. As to this day she still wears the red cape, her mother making adjustments as Rena grew older, and taller. One day Rena was being sent out to see her father who lived on the other side of the forest, and even though she had turned 18 not to long ago her mother still went through the rules of traveling through the woods.
Come on mom let me go already, I mean really
Save me please save me...
Where are you;I think I'm lost.
Love where are you? Please come find me.
Tears falling down my cheeks as I fall to my knees.
Eyes burning as I wait for you, but how do I know if you want to even come for me.
I sit and cry loud enough for the demons in my mind to hear, loud enough to give myself a headache.
I wait hoping that some one will find me;sick thoughts running through my mind as the demon have a field day with my misery.
Demon with weapons of emotional destruction,appear to me as dark figures, eyes pure as snow, but holding dark secrets. They whisper to each other in sarcastic tones, of oh he'll come to get you, and no need to worry, but they truly mean don't bother youll be dead soon.
I cover my ears trying to ignore them but I feel so helpless, I try as I might I dont block them out.
The sky turns black at the demons inside me, I am helplessly hopeless.
My demons holding mallets stand at my side as if to be faithful to the one who houses them, but is it
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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