She's Not Breathing...

Hello
(Inspiration: Evanescence’s “Hello”)
(Starts off character sitting in a chair, and she’s holding her head. She seems to be upset, and she is about to cry. There is yelling off in the distance; the fight is about the father’s rage). (Character lifts her head).
Stop screaming….
(Yelling continues).
Stop screaming.
(Yelling gets louder)
Stop—!
(Yelling continues) STOP SCREAMING! (Sounds like she’s about to breakdown!) (The yelling stops). Just…just stop…please….
(Stands up and looks out past the audience like she’s looking at the ceiling).
HEY! Are you happy now?! Are—are you happy that this is happening to me?! Hey! Are you listening to me?! You better be listening to me! I pray to you every single day! And what do I get back?! I get nothing! No help! I thought you were the one I was supposed to get protection from! You give all those other people protection! What am I? The child left behind?!
Do I have to be on the edge of death for you to notice me? Well, you know what, God?! I AM DYING! My soul is dying! You don’t see it, do you?! Do you need me to suffer like your Son, just so I can get your attention?! Do you want me to bleed my heart out?!
Guess what?! I already have bled! I’ve been bleeding! You’re going to listen to me whether you want to or not! My dad, the very dad that you created, beats me! HE HITS ME! HE HITS ME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! He seems to like it when I bleed! AND HE HITS ME EVEN MORE! JUST HITS ME WITH HIS FIST! JUST HITS ME UNTIL I PASS OUT! I would wake up on the floor, with my own blood around me, and bruises all over me! Did you know that he would just leave me there?! I bet you didn’t! Because you don’t even care! Do you know how hard it is to go to school everyday hiding all these bruises?! Do you know how hard it is to make an excuse every single time a teacher or the school asks me?! You must be saying, “Why can’t you tell anyone?” I’VE BEEN TELLING YOU! AND YOU’VE BEEN IGNORING ME! I can’t tell anyone else, because my dad would kill me! DO YOU GET IT? I’LL GET KILLED! I thought the father was supposed to be the guardian angel of the family, the one who watches out for his children, not the demon!
(Sits back down the chair and takes a few breaths).
God, why did you take her? Why did you take her away from me? She was the only one I had. The only one who loved me….
Is she doing okay up there? I mean, she was my mother, and I want to know if she’s in the right hands….(Gets angry again and stands up) Did I put her in good hands?! I really don’t know! I’m getting no protection from you! So what about her?! Did you feed her to the devil! Did you say that my mother wasn’t good enough to come into your Kingdom?! And did you say, “Oh, her daughter doesn’t need her anymore. Let’s just give her cancer so she can die!” DID YOU SAY THAT?! HUH?! Come on! TELL ME! I WANT TO KNOW! She loved me! She…she wouldn’t let this happen! And now I have a worthless step-mom who just watches and does nothing! Sounds familiar doesn’t it?! DOESN’T IT?!
(Silence…character sits down again).
Why, God? Why are you doing this to me? I got an abusive dad, a dead mother, and a worthless step-mom. All my friends have left me, my grades are slipping, I get made fun of at school, I never sleep, and…and…(sighs).
If you try to fix me, don’t bother, because I’m not broken. If this is how you want my life to be like, then so be it. I’ll still pray. I’ll still be that invisible girl that prays to you every night asking for help. I’ll still be here. In this very spot….
You know, smiles won’t cover up the lies that I tell about my life. It never will…but if you want to see me smile, God, because I know you don’t like it when people cry…then…don’t give me something to cry about.
I know I’m not sleeping. I know this isn’t a dream. These bruises will heal over time, but the scars on my heart won’t. You’ve never seen the scars before, because you never looked. They’re there. Trust me on that one….
(Silent for several seconds).
Hey, God, can you do me one favor? I know I yelled at you…but…tell my mom that I miss her…and that I love her a lot. Tell her that I love her to the heavens and back again. Tell her that…that…I’ll be okay….