WIP for Quarantine: Day #5

Quarantine the play will be posted on here for public feedback and review as Euginia writes for the next few weeks. 
The Google Doc can also be accessed here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eKNAeAFOjgluewXPGfNissWO6meg5p6VKgsfFxZq_pk/edit?usp=sharing

Quarantine

A daughter attempts to negotiate a murder on her mother during their time of quarantine.

Mother

Daughter

Scene 1

(continued from previous entry)

Daughter attempts to leave the room. Immediately, as she steps out, guards appear and push her back into the room.

The room clouds with some smog/ gas (to disinfect).

Mother: (coughing) Don’t do that ever, ever again! Stop that!

Daughter is hyperventilating.

Daughter: I can’t take this anymore! I can’t take being in here, with you, and your… cups… and sounds…. Anymore!

Daughter catches a glimpse of the broken cup shards. She makes a cut on herself.

Daughter: Ouch!

Mother: What are you doing?

The first spot of blood stains the daughter's clean, white dress.

Mother: Stop that! Now we have to clean it up.

Daughter: It hurts… It hurts….

Daughter begins to cry.

Mother: Stop… stop….

Mother stops daughter’s blood flow from the cut.

Mother: They said, we can’t make a mess. For now.

Daughter: Who cares about the mess! I’m trapped in here with you! It hurts too much to…

Beat.

Daughter: To get rid of myself.

Mother: You cannot die in here now.

Beat.

Mother: If you die, they will come in, and take you away, just like that… and you will be gone.

Daughter: I know, okay? I fucking know! And nothing would have meant anything at all.

Beat.

Daughter: Not my dreams, not who I was… but the mess I left behind.

Mother: So don’t do it.

Mother walks around the contained room, doing exercises.

Daughter studies Mother.

Daughter: That’s right.

Beat.

Daughter: The mess doesn’t bother me. It only bothers you.

She finds a knife. She holds it to the back of her mother.

Daughter: You’re the cause of my misery. Not me!

Mother: What are you doing?! Get off me!

Daughter: Don’t move. Or it will really hurt you. And there’ll be more blood. And the mess will be bigger.

Mother freezes in fear.