Split

 

By: Christian Jane Centina, Henrietta Diana de Guzman, Aaron James Jalalon, Edwin Sinsona

 

CAST

Bobby, 26 years old

Setting

inside his apartment

 

(Bobby paces from his small sink to his bed, and forth. The apartment is darkly lit, no windows, and only small streaks of light come form outside his room. A knife lies on the sink, stained with dry blood. A bloodstained blanket covers a woman’s body on his bed.)

Bobby: So what are you gonna do now? Sit there and do nothing? Damn, Bobby! You really are a fucking idiot for putting ourselves in this mess! Fuck you for ruining our lives! You’ve been actually killing people for- how many years? Twenty years! – and finally, you’ve won your trophy! Very good job, Bobby!

 

(claps)

 

And now you’re hiding? Ha! Ha! Oooh…hey, what are you so afraid of? Don’t you wanna stare at your little trophy? Look Bobby!

 

(points at the covered body on the bed)

 

That’s right buddy. But you didn’t do it clean enough. Just like what you did in grade 1!

Remember? Ha! Ha! Ha! When you pull your arm, pencil in hand, and shoved it on his cheek? – What’s his name? Carl? He was teasing you that you had this someone invisible, whom you’re talking with, and that someone inside you was so brilliant, and that Carl said you get most of your homework answers from him. And you got so pissed off. But Carl just kept on pestering you and formed this “Anti-Bobby classmates”. Who also jeered at you. And poof! Bull’s eye! Hit him on his cheek and that was the first time you thought you could do anything with your fucking hands! Bad boy! said the principal. Remember? And what did you think that intelligent companion you had said to you? GOOD JOB BOBBY! Fuck y-FLIES?!

 

(shoos the flies from his ears)

 

You even invited flies to my apartment! And hundreds of them everywhere! Bullshit. Do you know where these flies land on Bobby? Those stinking food-stale food, garbage food, shit- dog shit, cat shit, chicken shit, blood-blood in the market, blood in the market Blood in your wound, blood in your hands, blood in—

 

(sniffs his hands)

 

My hands… That’s right, asshole. In your hands! Lots of them! You left them dry, you idiot. Didn’t even wash them coz you’re hiding. What, you’re afraid? Naw! You’re a monstrous idiot, and people like you shouldn’t be afraid! Hey! speak, you asshole!

 

(slaps his face and grips his hair.)

 

Speak! Say something! Look! Look around you bastard! Look at the floor all spilled with blood. Look at your bed, your sheets, all soaked with blood! And look at the thing on your bed. Remember what it is Huh? Why did you have to cover it? Ha! Ha! You know what’s in there, you don’t have to fool yourself! That’s her. Your fiancée. Look at her. Why did you cover her with blanket? What if she can’t breath?

 

(runs toward the bed and uncovers the body so that he sees his fiancée’s face)

 

Ha! Ha! Ha! See how stupid you are Booby? She’s dead! Shane’s dead! Remember? You killed her! With your bare hands! And with that bloodstained knife on the sink! ‘Coz you were mad at her. Mad because she kept telling you that you’re strange. That you had this different thing on you. And she said it as pleasing as possible but you knew what she meant at all. That your mind’s whacked up! That you possess this dual personality. And what did you do? Of course, Bobby gets furious and he gets his knife and stabs her on her side, and Bobby remembers what he did in grade 1 and he gets more furious until poor Shane coughs out blood and Bobby doesn’t care until she struggles and dies. And because you’re an idiot, you suddenly realized that you love her and that you’re sorry. And you try to bring her back to life by pushing her to drink more blood when she’s dead! See? You’re a fool Bobby! You’re a hopeless loser and you’ll carry that name for the rest of your life! See, you’re not intelligent at all Bobby. In fact, you’re sick, and that’s the problem because you ruined both our lives! Huh, well at least I tried to save her life.

 

(he whistles and sings)

 

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of blood! And that means you’re stupid! So please, would you get out of my life? Just leave… just leave me alone now. Please. Let me be myself. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE IDIOT!!!

 

(he runs towards the sink, gets the knife, and stabs himself until he struggles and dies.)

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