Act 6, Scene 5: Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born at all

That's a line from the Queen song, Bohemian Rhapsody.

Mama, I killed a man.

Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger.

Now he's dead.

...

It's too late, my time has come. Send shivers down my spine; body aching all the time.

Mama..didn't mean to make you cry. If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on.


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I cried while listening to it and thinking about what had just happened.

I'm jealous cos of what you said.

I'm sorry but I just hoped you could have told me something to make me feel better.

But you were angry, I said sorry.

You hung up.

I called. No answer.

You're still angry.

I relent.

I was so happy to see you yesterday. And your mood changed. And I was puzzled.

And you called and I was happy again.

Today, you made me happy again. But now, I feel the deepest of sorrows. Because the one I love, hates me.

What shall I do?

I don't know, Nur.

I really don't know anymore...