Scratchmarks

 

Author’s Notes

 

This story is set in a cell of an old convict jail. The cell is bare except for graffiti on the walls and scratch marks on the door.

 

A teenage girl has found herself trapped in the cell that becomes a metaphor for the way she feels trapped in herself. She is confronted by an apparition that is, in fact, a metaphor for her own conscience. The struggle between the two characters is therefore the struggle between the schoolgirl and her conscience.

 

Characters

 

Tabetha Beasley:       is a strong willed fifteen-year old with a vivid imagination. She is a the age of maturity where she is neither an adult nor child as is desperately trying to find her independence and self assurance.

 

Esther Greenwood:    is a convict girl who was famous for being hanged at the age of fifteen. She is a strong willed girl who killed a man who was hurting her family. She paid the ultimate price.

 

 

 

 

A schoolgirl wanders into a dimly lit cell and looks about, pondering as she runs her fingers gently over the marks on the walls. She looks back at the door and notices something of interest. She walks to the door, pushes it closed and studies scratch marks. She feels their texture then tries to open the door but can’t. There is no handle on the inside and nothing to grip onto.

 

She becomes progressively more anxious as she tries bit fails to open the door. She becomes desperate, scratching  at the door herself as she looks for some way to get a grip. She shouts for help but nobody answers.

 

Tabetha:   Let me out!

 

She stops suddenly as if possessed by something and turns to look at the opposite corner of the cell where now stands an apparition. It is a vile sight. A girl dressed in hessian rages, with dried yellow skin, stiff, matted hair and teeth as black as her bare, dirty feet. The apparition stares hatefully at the schoolgirl who lets out a long, gut wrenching, ear piercing scream. When, from sheer exhaustion, the scream fades into silent terror the apparition speaks:

 

Esther:      (Coldly) I screamed like that once. It did me no good either.

 

The apparition moves towards the door and the schoolgirl moves away, neither girl taking her eyes off the other. The apparition stops when she gets to the door and runs her hand over the scratch marks.

 

Esther:      These are mine. (Annoyance) What are you doing here? I don’t invade your privacy, do I?

 

Tabetha:   (Weakly) No.

 

The apparition walks around the schoolgirl looking her up and down.

 

Esther:      Why do you take so much interest in this place? Why does anybody? Why do so many people come and go?

Tabetha:   It’s – it’s interesting.

Esther:      Four bare walls – interesting?

Tabetha:   It’s not just the walls, it’s the history.

 

The apparition begins to saunter around the cell, speaking as she does.

 

Esther:      History? Four bare walls are four bare walls; what’s the history in that?

Tabetha:   (Hesitantly) It’s – you.

Esther:      (surprised) Me? Why am I so interesting? You don’t even know me.

Tabetha:   You’re Esther Greenwood.

 

Esther rushes at the schoolgirl who backs away until she is up against the wall. Esther pokes her in the chest.

 

Esther:      How do you know my name?

Tabetha:   I – I read about you.

Esther:      What do you mean you read about me?

Tabetha:   In the history books and in the brochures of the prison.

Esther:      What did they say?

Tabetha:   You’re famous.

Esther:      (Amused) Famous?

Tabetha:   Yes.

 

Esther thinks about this and then prances around the schoolgirl making regal gestures.

 

Esther:      Attention people of the world, I am the famous Esther Greenwood.

 

She makes a grandiose curtesy and then confronts the schoolgirl.

 

Esther:      (Angry) You’re having a lend of me!

Tabetha:   What?

Esther:      You’re making fun of me!

Tabetha:   No I’m not.

Esther:      Then why would I be so famous?

Tabetha:   Because of who you are and – what you did. And because you were the only woman in this prison to be – you know.

Esther:      Do I?

 

Esther waits for clarification.

 

Tabetha:   You were – hanged.

Esther:      (She sees it all) Oh!

 

Esther imitates being hanged by lifting her hand above her head as if holding the rope and then swinging under it with her head leaning to one side; her tongue hanging limply from her lips and her eyes wide. As the schoolgirl moves to the side, Esther waltzes around the room, swinging under the rope, in a mocking defiance of authority. She completes the performance by moving into the schoolgirl and making a choking sound when they are face to face. After the initial fear and then revulsion at the performance, the schoolgirl gives a little giggle as Esther walks away. But as Esther hears the giggle she turns back to the schoolgirl.

 

Esther:      It wasn’t funny.

Tabetha:   Then why do you make fun of it?

Esther:      That’s my privilege.

 

Esther steps away satisfied she has made her point.

 

Esther:      Anyway, what do you know about me?

Tabetha:   I know you’re fifteen – or you were when they…

 

Esther raises her hand and chokes on the rope again.

 

Tabetha:   Don’t do that!

 

Esther laughs and the schoolgirl begins to recite information about Esther as if she were spitting out answers in an oral exam. Esther listens fascinated.

 

Tabetha:   You were born on a hulk and transported to Australia as a baby with your mother.

                 She was a convict.

                 You had two sisters and a brother and you were the eldest.

Esther:      And you read that in a book?

Tabetha:   Yes. And that your stepfather was killed by a bullock dray and your mother couldn’t cope and took to drink…

 

This is something Esther does not want to relive.

 

Esther:      All right! Enough! That’s my business. Anyway, who are you?

Tabetha:   I’m Tabetha Beasley.

                 I’m fifteen years old

                 I’m the eldest of three children…

Esther:      (Interrupting) And you hate the world.

Tabetha:   I do not!

Esther:      So, life’s a paradise?

Tabetha:   Life stinks!

Esther:      I’m sure you’ve got it pretty tough.

Tabetha:   What would you know?

Esther:      Oh, I don’t know.

Tabetha:   No, you don’t.

Esther:      Then tell me. (Tabetha doesn’t answer and Esther prods her with another comment) Can’t you admit life is not so bad?

Tabetha:   Can’t you mind your own business?

Esther:      Huh; excuse me! You’re the one who came in here reciting my life.

Tabetha:   I don’t want to be in here!

Esther:      Then leave.

Tabetha:   I’m locked in. I can’t get out.

Esther:      Is that so?

Tabetha:   You know it is.

 

Esther studies Tabetha for a moment.

 

Esther:      Can’t you cope?

Tabetha:   Couldn’t you cope when your mother took to drink?

 

This comment pricks Esther and she begins to walk around the cell agitated. Tabetha is alert to this and follows knowing she has gained the upper hand.

 

Tabetha:   What’s the matter?

Esther:      Nothing’s the matter.

Tabetha:   I know that when your stepfather died you became the family breadwinner.

Esther:      Shut up.

Tabetha:   I know that you couldn’t cope and your brother died of consumption and the rest of the family was taken by the authorities.

Esther:      (Taking a swing at Tabetha) No more!

 

Tabetha is now in control and shows it. She is now calm and intimidating.

 

Tabetha:   Did you think you were safe locked away in this cell?

Esther:      I’m dead remember!

Tabetha:   But you’re here with me.

Esther:      Not by choice.

Tabetha:   You can go.

Esther:      I wish it were so. I’m a victim of my circumstances, remember.

 

Pause

 

Esther:      (Seizing the moment) The thing is, so are you.

Tabetha:   I am not.

Esther:      There’s the door.

Tabetha:   It won’t open.

Esther:      Then you too are a victim of circumstance – aren’t you?

Tabetha:   I’m just locked in, that’s all.

Esther:      Just like me.

 

Tabetha goes to the door and tries again to open it. Esther folds her arms and watches with some satisfaction as Tabetha gets frustrated as she tries and fails.