嵐最高~ !! 君 に 百万 ガソ

AGORAPHOBIC
Scene 1

On the hallway
M: What happened? (surprised grin)
R: Nothing. fuck off you'll never understand. ( forces a smile, then wrinkles head in a half-frown)
M: Haha. you're funny. (grins bigger)
R: (says nothing) What?. I wanna go home. When will this crap end? (stares back, smiles with lips closed)

Inside the room
R's friend: Let's sit over there.
R: Okay (follows friend)
M: (follows and stares at R)
P enters, all are seated.
P: Ok, lets skip the formalities. I'll just discuss a few important things about this course. I'll leave it to you to read the rules on the syallabus. I wont take this up anymore. I expect you guys to follow these - you're not kids anymore. (Reads from the syllabus, talks about the course)
M: ( in a soft voice) Can I borrow a pen?
R: (rummages inside bag for a pen)
R's friend: What did P just say?
R: (stops digging for a while, glances at friend) Something about a project. (turns to M). I dont have an extra pen.
R's friend: Let's be groupmates
R: Ok. what choice have I? Thanks for sticking by me.
P: (when done) Any questions?
(the room is silent, nobody speaks)
P: All right then, I'll be needing an assistant. Who would like to volunteer?
S: (raises his hand)
R: (looks in S's direction)
C: (raises her hand)
P: S, you be the assistant. Everyone bring an ID size picture tommorow, plus a 3 by 5 index card. Put your name, contact numbers, email on it. S, you take care of collecting it for me.
(silence for a few seconds, others shuffle to write stuff on their notebooks)
(Bell rings)
P: You may go now.
(Everyone gets up to leave)

Out in the hallway again
Y: Hey, you guys.
R's friend: Hi.
M: Where you headed?
Y: Lets have lunch.
R: I have to run some errands.
R's friend: You're not joining us?
R: I have to go to the bank, my dad needs something picked up.
T: (joins the group) Where you guys off to?
M and Y: Lunch.
R's friend: I need to go to the library. Oh well. maybe later after lunch.
R: I'm going now. See you guys.
All: Bye.
R: (turns around and walks away) Whew. Finally.


The sneers / the snickers /the scathing words whispered /an eyebrow arches up /lips curl up on one side /what happened to you?/ giggle / taunt / jeer/ taunt / jeer / disgust. /stares. stares. stares. / they are all around you / gnawing at your core / where will you run? /defenseless / so give up / the useless battle / you cant / run away forever / hide but they'll find you / fight back and they'll rip /you to shreds /what's left? / crammed between two walls / hurry on, Sunday/ dont want to see Monday/




Outside the wind blows alongisde the gushing rain.
Strands of damp black hair flap on her cheek. She closes her eyes and takes a long drag on the stale cigarette. Everything used to be so perfect, she thought as pictures of the past flashed across her. No, not perfect, but calm. Stable. On a homeostatic balance.
She glances up over the fence as a cars intermittently pass by on the street across.
For most folks, everyday is just the same. They all live such balanced, normal lives.
The busy teller behind the bank counter taking in deposits and doling out withdrawals.
The maid taking the dog out for an afternoon walk while the mistress enjoys a massage at the spa. The smartly clad salesman in a coat and tie ensemble at the shop attending to clients who spend thousands on clothes that will probably end up forgotten and stashed behind heaps of other clothes, never to be worn even just once.
But for those like her who lead troubled lives, nothing can be done with such nonchalance that is usually attached to ordinary day to day rituals of life.
Just stepping out of the house is a struggle. Having to deal with the outside world, the noise, the pollution, the stares, the false flattery behind the compliments, having to confront the unavoidable, is enough to make her cower in fear and decide to stay at home.
The paranoia always wins.