A Child's Worst Fear

This is going to be my first play. I don't how it will turn out, but I wanted to try it.

This is a story of a girl named Annabelle, she's just six years old living in an abusive environment. The only light in her dull, oppressive world is her mother. That is until an unspeakable event ruins everything she has to live for. Her father in a rage murders her mother, leaving her alone with a monster.

Years pass and she meets Xavier Winters, a smart, kind, and cute piano player at her school. It seems fate had given her another ray of hope, and a chance at love after all the years she lived without it. Will Xavier help Annabelle learn to love again or will he be taken away as well? Or will he prove to be just another monster?

Find out in 'A Child's Worst Fear.'

P.S- Any movellians under the age of thirteen should not read this play, it contains sexual content and innuendos. I don't want this removed so please, be responsible.


10. Act Five; Scene Five




Act Five; Scene Five: The Dream


Introduction: Annabelle laid unconscious in center stage. One stage light illuminating where her body was positioned. In all the chaos of the night before when Xavier had been arrested, no one had noticed when Annabelle had collapsed in mass hysteria. She had passed out from the shock of how her life had gone from bad to worse. In that time she had dreamed of a different reality, where everything was perfect. But it wasn't, was it? 


Annabelle woke up to find herself alone in the house, no police anywhere in sight, no sirens or lights alerted her to their presence. She hesitantly rose to a sitting position, afraid somehow Xavier had broken free and had returned to hurt her. Annabelle looks around the room, taking in her surroundings, everything was in the spot in which they had been since her parents bought the house so many years before; when her father had been a sweet, and sensitive man. What happened? Annabelle thought to herself. The phone rang in the distance and Annabelle pushed herself to move. 


{On the other end; Mrs. Winters}


Annabelle: Who is this?


Mrs. Winters: Hello Annabelle? This is Mrs. Winters, Xavier's mom. I was wondering if you knew where he was.


Annabelle: He was arrested, some time ago. Why weren't you notified?


Mrs. Winters: I don't know dear. Uh I was wondering if you could come over here for tea?"


Annabelle: Mrs. Winters I don't think that would be a good idea.


Mrs. Winters [Scared]: Annabelle please. He has Maggie.


Annabelle: Who has Maggie?


Mrs. Winters: Professor X.


Annabelle: I'll be right over. (Annabelle hung up, scared for the twelve year old girl she barely knew.Scared of what Xavier was capable of.) Why can't this be over? Why can't he just give up? 


{A knock sounded from the doorway; Annabelle moved cautiously} [She opens the door to reveal the small form of Matthew, Xavier's youngest sibling. Scared for him she picked him up and pulled him inside.]


{Annabelle to Matthew}


Annabelle: What are you doing here little man?


Matthew: Xavi! Xavi! Xavi!


Annabelle: Xavier's not here Matthew. He's not-(A gunshot rang out through the room, confused and scared  Annabelle looks around when she turns back to Matthew, she sees a limp body instead, blood pooled from the little boy's forehead, and his once bright eyes were now lifeless.) Where are you!? Why the hell would you kill him? Where's Maggie and your mother?


Xavier: Oh sweet Annabelle; my mother was mistaken when she called you. You don't know them; not like I do. My father wanted to send me away.


Annabelle: With reason enough for two sociopaths! 


Xavier: I knew there was something I hated about you.


Annabelle: What's that?


Xavier: Exactly what your father couldn't stand. You're pig headed, stubborn, rude even.


Annabelle: Whose fault is that? Certainly not mine. What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me like you kill Taylor Morris? Or are you going to kill Maggie instead?


Xavier: A sociopath never reveals his secrets.


Annabelle: You're far from a magician Xavier. But I have a few more tricks up my sleeve.


Xavier: Do you?






Act Six: The Conclusion




Introduction: Annabelle sat in center stage, in the praying position, the stage is dark besides where light shines upon her. The audience doesn't realize that Xavier is just mere feet from her. Gun poised and trigger finger ready. Annabelle's life hangs in the balance of Xavier's sanity. Silent tears fall from her eyes as a projector is lowered and stops just above the seemingly alone Annabelle. A slideshow of her life begins to play as Annabelle silently remembers her life. Its a depressing one, littered here and there with happy memories, but darkness replaces the happiness more and more leading up to the shocking finale of her life. Annabelle opens her mouth, poised to speak her last words. The audience prepares itself for a life altering soliloquy like they have heard in other plays, but no all Annabelle says is three words, plus a name.


Annabelle: Just.Shoot.Me.Xavier.


The gunshot echoes in the ears of the audience as they take in a shocked inhale of breath before realizing there was two shots fired. The audience returns their gaze to center stage and finds two bodies, bloodied by insanity, they look towards stage left where the shooter stands, his sadden expression reaching their very souls. Although they try to hate this man, they can't.


{Enter Eric Andrews, gun in hand}


Eric: My daughter dead, at the hand I would never guess. But there she is, a bullet through her beautiful face. My Snow White is dead, along with her the last of my family. I have shot the killer, but that does not make me any less of a villain in all of this. If I had never murdered her mother that fateful night, if I had not taken up drinking and gambling I would never have laid a hand on my precious princess, not my Annabelle, but in a permanent drunken stupor I did not have control. The demons consumed me, whispered in my ear. Beat her, cut her, rape her. I tried to stop I did, but when I looked at her I saw my Veronica instead. Her lifeless eyes sent tendrils of guilt down my spine, and I then saw Annabelle standing there. I had to be sure, so I beat her instead. Now I regret each punch and slap, each thrust I took, each swig I drank. Now I have no one to apologize to. My apology too late.


[The Lights deem around the bodies and Eric. An eerie silence fills the theatre, and when the audience is sure the shocking play is through, they raise and applaud  as curtain raises once more.]




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