Catherine Earnshaw’s ghost - WH monologue
(Cathy is lying in a propped up coffin in the centre of the stage. There are ghostly blue lights and ice machine effects)
It seemed like aeons that I lay silently under the cold dark moor, tightly entwined in the arms of Death. I lay there in silent, unspeakable anguish, frozen by the heartbreak that consumed my soul and led me to my grave.
Perhaps I was just waiting. (Dramatic pause) Waiting forever to hear the voice of my one beloved. The one man I lived for, and could not live without. I heard his cry from far away, raging against the night time wind. (light goes off Cathy and onto Heathcliff. Thunder and rain effects) ‘Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then!’ (Light goes back onto Cathy) As I heard his voice, (lightning effects) it was like a lightning bolt, shocking my soul back into consciousness. And once again, I could feel my mind becoming lucid, and blissful memories flooded my soul with joy and filled my body back with life. I recalled the day the scowling ‘gypsy’ boy came knocking, black faced and refusing to speak. I remembered the countless days he and I spent wandering the moors, holding each other passionately whilst the cold damp breeze blew our matted hair into wild flurries. Those were the times I lived for, as the rest of the world was so pale in comparison.
Then I remembered how I threw it all away, all for pretty embroidered garments and bone china tea cups. I curse the day I accepted a marriage, to the man who was not him. I curse the day I threw open the door and told him to leave. As these memories came, I cried out as they burned through me, (orange and red fiery lighting) drowning me with self-hatred and fire. And then, through my hell, I once again heard his voice shout: (Light goes back to Heathcliff with thunder and lightning