Daily Dialogue: A Nightmare Come True

The next few writing exercises will involve a bit of cheating on my part, with me coming to the table with a kernel of an idea. Still, the basics are the same: two women gabba-gabba-gabbing their way through 40 minutes.

Kelly
Do you wanna talk about it?

Monica
What’s there to say? Today, I buried my daughter.

Kelly
Yeah, but you haven’t talked about her since… since…

Monica
Since she killed herself? Mommy problems, don’t worry about it.

Kelly
I have to. I cared about her–

Monica
Yeah, so did her friends.

Kelly
–and I care about you.

Monica
Afraid I’m gonna kill myself, too?

Kelly
I didn’t say that.

Monica
You also didn’t answer the question.

Kelly
It’s a sad fact that suicides tend to… trigger other suicide in others.

Monica
So if I wanna make sure my daughter’s ok, if I wanna make it so she’s not alone, it’s bad?

Kelly
I just wanna help you, Monica.

Monica
Can you bring her back? If not, I’m helpless.

Kelly
How was the funeral?

Monica
What you’d expect one to be like.

Kelly
Did the police ever find a note?

Monica
You watch too much TV. Only attention whore tell you why they killed themselves. At least my little girl had the decency to do it in private.

Kelly
Margaret. Her name was Margaret.

Monica
I know my fucking daughter’s name.

Kelly
You haven’t said it since you found her. Can you say it for me now?

Monica
No.

Kelly
Why not?

Monica
Don’t you have any other questions to check my sanity with?

Kelly
Don’t make it seem like everything I’m doing is clinical. I’m worried about you, and talking about this will make you feel better.

Monica
My daughter coming back w–

Kelly
Margaret.

Monica
STOP SAYING HER FUCKING NAME!! SHE’S DEAD!! SHE’S DEAD!!

Kelly
What… What would you like to talk about?

Monica
Her funeral.

Kelly
Ok. What about her funeral?

Monica
The photo album I made.

Kelly
I didn’t know you had one.

Monica
I didn’t until this week. It had to be a closed-casket affair, so I felt that her face needed to be seen somehow.

Kelly
How did you design it?

Monica
Backwards.

Kelly
I’m sorry?

Monica
From the last picture of her to the first picture of her.

Kelly
Oh. Why?

Monica
She was so happy as a baby… I wanted that to be how everyone saw her for the last time. She was in her baby chair in the red onesie I got her. She was so happy. And toothless. I always laughed at that picture because the flash made her look like a vampire. My chubby little vampire. Now she’s in a casket. What’s left of her.

Kelly
What was the most recent photo of her?

Monica
At a party. In the background of a party. Avoiding the camera like she always does.

Kelly
Heh.

Monica
Drink in her hand. Thinking about… about…

Kelly
What did her friends think?

Monica
Her friends… They thought that she’d never kill herself. And some thought she was bound to.

Kelly
How do you know that?

Monica
They told me. Inches away from her corpse.

Kelly
Oh.

Monica
Some of them left letters and trinkets.

Kelly
That’s good.

Monica
Yeah.

Kelly
What’re you gonna do with them?

Monica
Throw them away.

Kelly
What? You can’t do that!

Monica
Why not?

Kelly
Because they’re for–

Monica
The dead? Someone who can’t enjoy them and would’ve preferred to have gotten all this love, all this fucking love, while she was alive?

Kelly
Monica… You can’t–

Monica
I can. You weren’t around when it happened. Business trip. You don’t know what happened.

Kelly
I would if you told me.

Monica
I didn’t find her body. I didn’t find her body because the police did. Tucked away in a shed somewhere after someone reported a loud gunshot. I found her suicide note.

Kelly
What?

Monica
The police almost had to give her a Jane Doe burial because I took so long to identify the body. But I didn’t want to. If I did, I knew she’d be gone for good. She was always clumsy. The… The shotgun was… The police figured that she was aiming for her head, but she must’ve slipped because the blast took out a chunk of her face and most of her neck. I had to see her that way. The only way I could identify her was a scar on her stomach from a surgery, and her favorite eyeliner on what was left of her face. Do you know what her note said? That it was my fault. Because I was her best friend.

Kelly
You can’t blame yourself like that.

Monica
It’s there in black and white. I was her only true friend. She knew that someday… someday I’d die and… and… and her friend wouldn’t be around anymore. She couldn’t live in a world without me, so she made a world without her. For a friend who can’t say her name.

Kelly
Monica… I don’t know what to do.

Monica
I do. I think you need to go now.

Kelly
I’m staying here with you.

Monica
I’ll take you with me, I swear.

Kelly
Monica, please don’t do this.

Monica
It’s too late.

Kelly
Monica, please stop! Say her name! Say “Margaret!” Please!

Monica
I can’t.

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