Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if preferred but otherwise please don't edit the script. My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18 . For clarification on the format of the script, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in \asterisks and italics** isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there to either hint at the tone or provide context that might help the script make more sense.

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Summary: Trying to get away from the stress of life, Narrator goes out to a nearby park to clear their head. Listener comes to find them, and Narrator finds all of their emotions spilling.

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Word Count: Approximately 1,007 words (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)

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Writer’s Notes: Who doesn't love a vent script lol

Script Below:

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\The cicadas are loud in the park, and the breeze has more bite to its chill than comfortable. Listener walks through the grass and finds who they expected to see; Narrator, sitting at a picnic table, breathing rough from the strain of crying. When Narrator sees them, they wipe their tears, trying to save face.**

\Teary, trying to appear composed** “Hey, what’re you doing here? Kinda late to be out at the park, you know.”

(Pause)

“Yeah, but I always come out here. It’s like my thinking spot.”

(Pause)

“I don’t know, I just like coming out here to clear my head and sort things out.”

\Narrator sighs.”*

“But, since you followed me all the way out here, I’m guessing you knew that, didn’t you?”

\Listener agrees, and Narrator chuckles dryly.**

“Yeah, I figured. So, what is it you want to talk about? Because if you came to tell me that ‘everything will be alright’ just like everyone else has, then I’m gonna kindly ask you to leave me alone.”

(Pause)

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, I just… Fuck, I can’t take any of that shit anymore. Like yeah, I know it’ll be fine, I know everything will work out eventually, but honestly? I don’t care. I don’t give a shit. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about any of that ‘it’ll get better’ shit if I tried.”

(Pause)

\Increasingly emotional/distressed** “It’s what everyone’s been telling me all week. Hell, they’ve been telling me that for months now, and I’m just so sick of hearing it. Everything has been such a mess and it’s been hell to deal with, but everyone just keeps telling me, ‘if you keep going, it’ll get better!’ And I want to ask them ‘when?’ because it feels like it just keeps getting worse and worse and worse, and I don’t know how to deal with it anymore! But I can’t tell any of them that because then they’ll tell me the same thing like I haven’t heard it already! So I’m just going to keep smiling and saying that I’ll do my best and giving them all the bullshit cheerfulness that I ran out of months ago because if I don’t, then I’m ungrateful and selfish, and hearing that is only going to make everything hurt so much worse and I can’t take it anymore!”

\Narrator’s words begin to get choked by emotions and tears. They quickly try to cover it up with a cough, though the sniffle after.**

\Calmer, still slightly teary** “Sorry. Again. I didn’t mean to unload all of that on you like that. I’m just, um…”

\Narrator laughs awkwardly.**

“Listen, could you do me a favor and just, like, forget I said any of that and just leave me here for a while? Just so I can relax for a bit on my own? I’ll head back to the apartment in a little bit.”

(Pause)

“No, I can’t… I’m just not the type for it. I don’t really like talking things out like that.”

(Pause)

“Because… I don’t know.”

(Pause)

\Somewhat frustrated, emotional** “No, I do, I just- I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

(Pause)

\More frustrated, on the verge of tears** “Because I don’t want to cry in front of anyone! Now quit fucking asking because if we keep talking about this then I’m going to cry in front of you and I don’t want you to see me cry!”

\Narrator’s voice breaks a bit as the tears start to pour.**

“Because I’m not supposed to! I’m not supposed to cry and no one is supposed to know if I do!”

(Pause)

“I don’t want them to, that’s why!”

(Pause)

“I don’t know! I just…”

\Still crying, Narrator trails off with a sob. There’s a long pause before the sniffle.**

“God, I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to help and here I am, yelling at you for it. I’m sorry.”

(Pause)

“But I do. You’re being so nice and I’m being such a selfish jackass. I’m so sorry.”

(Pause)

“Are you sure?”

(Pause)

“I mean, I guess. If you’re really sure.”

(Pause)

\Still teary, a bit playful** “Of course I still feel bad! I was yelling at you. Even if you say it’s okay a thousand times, I’m still going to feel bad.”

\Narrator laughs tearily.**

“But really, I appreciate that you’re trying to help me. I really do. I just… I don’t want any help right now. I don’t want to talk it out, or try to process my feelings. I just want to stop pretending that just because I know that everything is going to be fine in the future means that everything is fine right now. Because it’s not the future yet, and it sure as hell doesn’t feel like ‘everything is fine.’”

(Pause)

“Honestly? I think I just want to be sad for a bit. I just want to be able to be scared and stressed and frustrated, and I don’t want to have anyone judge me for it, or try to guilt me into being happy. I just want to be sad for a bit, and I don’t want to feel bad about it. Just for a little bit.”

(Pause)

“I guess, if you want to. I don’t know why you’d want to stay. I’m just being stupid and you don’t need to hear me ramble on about my problems. You should probably just head back home. I can just text you when I’m on my way back so you don’t have to worry about me staying out too late.”

(Pause)

“Really? You’re sure on that? Because I promise I won’t be mad or anything if you just want to go to bed. It really is getting pretty late, and I’d bet you’re pretty tired after work and everything.”

(Pause)

“Okay, if you insist.”

\Listener says they insist, making Narrator chuckle, though still tired and weary.**

“Alright, fine, since you absolutely insist. C’mere, get under the blanket with me. It’s supposed to get pretty cold tonight, and if you’re gonna be nice enough to listen to me ramble, then I’m gonna be nice enough to share my blanket.”

\Listener sits next to Narrator, getting under the blanket.**

“Come on, snuggle up closer. I’ve heard it’s supposed to rain, too, and I think I’ve seen some lightning off in the distance over there.”

\Both chuckle. There’s a quiet pause before Narrator speaks again.**

“Hey. I just wanna say thank you. For everything. I really appreciate you trying to help me, and just staying with me. I honestly really needed it, even though it kinda hurts for me to admit. Thanks for staying with me, even though I’m sure I look and sound like shit from crying.”

\Listener says that it’s natural and Narrator chuckles.**

“Yeah, but still. I don’t like how it feels to cry.”

(Pause)

“I know, but still. Do me a favor, okay? If you see me start to cry again, just pretend it’s the rain, alright?”

(Pause)

“Thanks. Really, thank you. This means a lot to me.”

(Pause)

“You mind if I lay my head on your shoulder?”

(Pause)

“This is… pretty nice. I don’t feel better yet, but this is… Yeah. It’s nice. Thanks for being here for me. I needed it.”

\The audio can either end here or ambience can be used for sleep aid.**