Female Monologue: Hit and Run
Female monologues by Gabriel Davis
Monologist's name is Daisy. This monologue was inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby." It was written for a young actress auditioning for the role of Daisy in her school play (she got the part!). Daisy is addressing Gatsby a little while after she has been involved in a hit and run accident.
The way she stepped out in front of the car. Like she thought she knew us. You say she's probably fine. But I don't think she's probably fine at all. When things all get to be too exciting and I get dizzy I go a little blind. Don't you think?
I think maybe nothing gets too much for you. I think maybe you can take in everything in the world and be always steady. Long before we met, when I was a very little girl. There was this boy. Son of daddy's valet. My age. And one time I was standing at the doors looking out on the east garden - he ran by and he- he touched me.
"You're it." He said. He had these blue eyes. A little like yours. He laughed and ran off. "Come and get me Daisy." I thought it strange, he knew my name. I didn't know his. I giggled and before my nanny could grab ahold.. I alighted after him.
"I'll get you, I'll get you." I'd never run so fast or so hard. My white dress was billowing all around me like sails on stormy seas. I felt my breath so fast. Crashing in and out in waves. At last I caught up to and caught that little boy. Tackled him to the ground, felt my hands on our lawn, warm from the sun, I ripped a handful of grass, tossed it in his face. And I laughed. He laughed, too...
"You naughty naughty- naughty... boy.". I was still.. on top of him. "Boy, what's your name?" I asked. He opened his mouth to speak. His father ran over before he could... Pulled him from under me. Like a rag doll, his tiny arm twisting impossibly. He hit his little boy so hard and walked me back toward my Nanny who was running toward us.
My mother had come out, which was unheard of. I rarely saw her afternoons until dinner time. She grabbed me and looked so deep into my eyes and said - "My darling dear, my foolish little dear. You mustn't run so fast. You'll get dizzy and hurt yourself. And with such a little boy." I remember fathers valet saying he was sorry over and over to my mother and I wondered what for. And then my mother took me inside and I remember being very happy- because she was having mint juleps and small bites with her girlfriends and I got to join her.
And you know, I didn't think of that little boy again. Not until now. But thinking of that now, I guess I never saw the boy after that. I think he was sent away, maybe.. I don't think I've ever felt so dizzy as that day until tonight.
I'm sorry- I'm not sure why I'm rambling on like this my love- except perhaps it's from the shock. My mind is racing with so many thoughts, I... Perhaps for tonight, you should take me home. I think I need to just lay down, in my own bed, until things stop spinning.. You needn't worry. My husband has always been gentle with me. He'll leave me to my rest. I promise you, no no he won't lay a hand on me. . I promise you, he won't excite me further. He'll let me sleep.
Yes darling - please, please just take me home. Tomorrow when everything is fresh- you and me and our mad ride this evening...it will all feel like a dream, and everything will return to normal...everything will be just as it was...in the light of day...don't you think? Now take me home, dear one. I'm ready to go home.
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Monologist's name is Daisy. This monologue was inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby." It was written for a young actress auditioning for the role of Daisy in her school play (she got the part!). Daisy is addressing Gatsby a little while after she has been involved in a hit and run accident.
The way she stepped out in front of the car. Like she thought she knew us. You say she's probably fine. But I don't think she's probably fine at all. When things all get to be too exciting and I get dizzy I go a little blind. Don't you think?
I think maybe nothing gets too much for you. I think maybe you can take in everything in the world and be always steady. Long before we met, when I was a very little girl. There was this boy. Son of daddy's valet. My age. And one time I was standing at the doors looking out on the east garden - he ran by and he- he touched me.
"You're it." He said. He had these blue eyes. A little like yours. He laughed and ran off. "Come and get me Daisy." I thought it strange, he knew my name. I didn't know his. I giggled and before my nanny could grab ahold.. I alighted after him.
"I'll get you, I'll get you." I'd never run so fast or so hard. My white dress was billowing all around me like sails on stormy seas. I felt my breath so fast. Crashing in and out in waves. At last I caught up to and caught that little boy. Tackled him to the ground, felt my hands on our lawn, warm from the sun, I ripped a handful of grass, tossed it in his face. And I laughed. He laughed, too...
"You naughty naughty- naughty... boy.". I was still.. on top of him. "Boy, what's your name?" I asked. He opened his mouth to speak. His father ran over before he could... Pulled him from under me. Like a rag doll, his tiny arm twisting impossibly. He hit his little boy so hard and walked me back toward my Nanny who was running toward us.
My mother had come out, which was unheard of. I rarely saw her afternoons until dinner time. She grabbed me and looked so deep into my eyes and said - "My darling dear, my foolish little dear. You mustn't run so fast. You'll get dizzy and hurt yourself. And with such a little boy." I remember fathers valet saying he was sorry over and over to my mother and I wondered what for. And then my mother took me inside and I remember being very happy- because she was having mint juleps and small bites with her girlfriends and I got to join her.
And you know, I didn't think of that little boy again. Not until now. But thinking of that now, I guess I never saw the boy after that. I think he was sent away, maybe.. I don't think I've ever felt so dizzy as that day until tonight.
I'm sorry- I'm not sure why I'm rambling on like this my love- except perhaps it's from the shock. My mind is racing with so many thoughts, I... Perhaps for tonight, you should take me home. I think I need to just lay down, in my own bed, until things stop spinning.. You needn't worry. My husband has always been gentle with me. He'll leave me to my rest. I promise you, no no he won't lay a hand on me. . I promise you, he won't excite me further. He'll let me sleep.
Yes darling - please, please just take me home. Tomorrow when everything is fresh- you and me and our mad ride this evening...it will all feel like a dream, and everything will return to normal...everything will be just as it was...in the light of day...don't you think? Now take me home, dear one. I'm ready to go home.
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