ehsan gill

– Oh dear, what's happened to your arm?
 
– I cut it.
 
– That's a very immature, attention seeking thing to do. Did it give
   you relief?
 
– No.
 
– Did it relieve the tension?

– No.
 
– Did it give you relief?
 
 (Silence.)
 
  Did it give you relief?
 
– No.
 
– I don't understand why you did that.
 
– Then ask.
 
– Did it relieve the tension?
 
   (A long silence.)
 
   Can I look?
 
– No.
 
– I'd like to look, to see if it's infected.
 
– No.
 
  (Silence.)
 
– I thought you might do this. Lots of people do. It relieves the
   tension.
 
– Have you ever done it?

– ...
 
– No. Far too fucking sane and sensible. I don't know where you
  read that, but it does not relieve the tension.
 
 (Silence.)
 
  Why don't you ask me why?
  Why did I cut my arm?
 
– Would you like to tell me?
 
– Yes.
 
- Then tell me.
 – ASK.
   ME.
   WHY.
 
 (A long silence.)
 
– Why did you cut your arm?
 
– Because it feels fucking great. Because it feels fucking amazing.
 
–  Can I look?
 
– You can look. But don't touch.
 
– (Looks) And you don't think you're ill?
 
–  No.
 
– I do. It's not your fault. But you have to take responsibility for
  your own actions. Please don't do it again.

text borrowed form Sarah Kane's play 4:48 psychosis

full copy of play (NOT UPLOADED BY MYSELF)