SYBIL CONTINUES

SYBIL:

THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME
THIS MORNING WHEN I WOKE UP, I REALIZED
THAT I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME KIND OF DESPAIR
ACTUALLY IT HAPPENS EVERY MORNING
THE DESPAIR, I MEAN
CONTINUES
EVERY MORNING WHEN I WAKE UP...

NOEL:

YES, I SAW IT.  I SAW YOUR DESPAIR

SYBIL:

YOU SAW MY DESPAIR?

NOEL:

YES EXACTLY.  I SAW IT IN YOUR HUGE BAG, YOUR HUGE PURSE YOU CALL IT.

FIRST OF ALL ITS NOT A PURSE.  ITS A BAG, A HUGE BAG AND ITS FULL OF YOUR

DESPAIR.  YOUR SO CALLED PURSE IS YOUR DESPAIR.  I SAW YOU WERE CARRYING

IT AND I KNOW YOU WERE IN A BAD MOOD BECAUSE OF THE BAGGAGE YOU WERE

CARRYING AND YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE IT  OUT ON ME EVENTUALLY...

SYBIL:

EVENTUALLY?

NOEL:

YES, EVENTUALLY

SYBIL;

NO, NOT EVENTUALLY NOEL, I AM GOING TO TAKE CARE OF IT RIGHT NOW...

RIGHT NOW MY DEAR, RIGHT NOW.  I AM GOING TO TAKE CARE OF MY DESPAIR

RIGHT NOW ...EVERYTHING WHIH IS PART OF MY DESPAIR IS GOING TO BE TAKEN

CARE OF RIGHT NOW.

LIKE THAT FUCKING TEACHER WHO KICKED ME OUT OF HER CLASS ROOM

I AM GOING TO FUCKING KICK YOU OUT OF MY LIFE, SO WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK

YOURSELF...

NOEL:

I AM LEAVING AND THIS TIME I AM LEAVING FOR GOOD

(Noel leaves)

SYBIL:

OH! FUCK...

(SHE GOES TOWARDS THE DOOR, TRIP AND FALL. ALL HER STUFF FROM THE HUGE BAG SCATTERS ON THE FLOOR...LOTS OF PAPERS...PLAIN PAPERS, PAPERS FULL OF WRITING , ALL SCATTERED ALL OVER...SHE IS NOW FULL OF DESPAIR AND STARTS TO SHOUT AT THE WRITTEN PAGES...)

SYBIL:

(SCREAMS ST HER WRITTEN PAGEES)

FUCK YOU TOO...FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU TOO...FUCK YOU...

(Starts to sob uncontrollably)

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