Sister in Need of a Soul

Smash cut to backstage where Amaiyah frantically paces back and forth, hands in her hair, tears in her eyes, an impossible weight tugging at her soul. The weight she carries, the weight that burdens her, is felt in her every step.

It's felt in the lethargy of her steps, seen in the way she winces everytime she moves, heard with every sigh and grunt and wail and she fights to keep moving.

She has to keep moving.

She needs to.

The moment she stops…*it* will catch her. The danger is that *it* can manifest itself in an infinite amount of ways, and, if caught, she may not survive the clash.

So she keeps moving, keeps pacing.

She needs to.

And then she screams. What a guttural, tragic sound that perfectly and wordless conveys the horrible pain and guilt she feels.

She screams again. But the second time is so much weaker, like a lion cub who hasn't quite found the strength shake the trees with a roar.

AMAIYAH:
I hate this! Ihatethisihatethisihatethis she isn't you!

How could I think she could be when she never could be when no one could be

There's no one else like you, but I tried to replace you and it only made me miss you more

If you could just come back, then everything would be okay

Right?

We'd forget everything that happened and go back to being happy

Right?

Cause we deserve it

Cause we should be happy. Why can't we be? Who says we can't be? Why don't they want us to be?

She falls to her knees, the weight, already unbearable, now becomes unmanageable and it anchors her to that spot.

AMAIYAH:
It was almost perfect. I finally saw my dreams outside of my heads but then it all ended before I got a second to enjoy it. All because I wanted more because I knew we could be more. Together.

Now I'm alone

Where are you? I call your name every night with no response, whisper it to the stars hoping you feel the desperation in them but you haven't come back

I need her

I want her

Felicity….I'm sorry

Help me