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(Character | Leia | |
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Gender | Female | |
Age Range(s) | Teenager (13-19), Young Adult (20-35) | |
Type of monologue / Character is | Story conclusion, Pondering/Pensive | |
Type | Dramatic | |
Year | 2015 | |
Period | Contemporary | |
Genre | Drama | |
Description | Leia leaves a letter to her mother before she runs away. | |
Details | 1 hr 30 minutes into the film |
Summary
A young woman, kidnapped when she was a child, returns home to the family she barely remembers and struggles to feel at home. In this scene, the final scene of the film, Leia writes a letter to her mother on the wall of her bedroom and climbs out of the window, before going to the park and ultimately deciding to kidnap one of the children playing.
Written by Spencer McFarland
Excerpt |
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Dear Marcy, Thank you for caring about me. For trying. The idea that you can fight for something you want is new to me. I thought before that you only fought against things you didn’t. But now I know there are different ways of doing it. It’s not that I don’t not love you, specifically; I maybe don’t love anyone, maybe. Or maybe that doesn’t matter. I’d say I wish I could be different, but I don’t. I don’t know what that would be. I’m sorry I don’t remember you from before, but I’ll remember you now. I didn’t leave because you were bad. The whole point of taking everything away from me in the first place was that I would get to be someone. I mean, I am someone. When I’m alone. But when I’m with other people, I am what they think I am. I don’t know how to be that, and I think I don’t want to be something to share anymore. I thought you couldn’t choose your family, and that you were trying to make me choose you. But then I saw that Ben chose me. He picked me out and he made me his. And there is no un-choosing that. There is no un-growing up. It’s time for me to grow up for good. And have something that’s mine -- and mine only. Sincerely, Leia. |