Dramatic Monologue

At The Bottom of Lake Missoula by Ed Monk: (Pam) You want to help me? Ok, you can help me! My whole family was killed by a tornado four months ago. My mom, dad, brother, and sister and the baby. All dead(with self-loathing.) And I wasn't there, cause I need some peace and quiet. I didn't want to spend an extra day with them. So here I am, I got all the money I'll ever need and all I do is spend all day in stupid classes learning useless information. I don't know why I keep going, I guess I'm hoping I can learn something to make sense of it. But there's nothing, it's all the same, it's junk and a bunch of noise...And...I pray  and I...I don't know...I have this bottle of sleeping pills they gave me after it happened, and every night I can't get to sleep and I sit there and think about taking the whole bottle. But that's a sin, isn't it? Isn't it? So I can't do that and I don't know what to do. And I'm going crazy, I can't stop thinking about them, everywhere I go, something reminds me of them why the heck couldn't I have let her have the dang CD player!?...That's the last thing I ever said to her...So you want to help? Go ahead and help. You tell me what to do. You tell me what to do!