#mollytaylor

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“CACOPHONY” Autor: #MollyTaylor Direcció: #AnnaSerrano Actors: #ClaradeRamonLlorens #JuliaMolins #JoanaVilapuig #MaxGrosse #EleazarMasdeu #MireiaIllamola #Daualsec #MercèManaguerra #LecturaDramatitzada (at Dau al Sec) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClhjDnuIJno/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Molly.

Molly Alexis Taylor was born into money. Her father was an architect and her mother was a psychiatrist. To be honest, her childhood was fairly...normal. Of course, she got into trouble, but never for anything illegal; at first. At the tender age of 13; though, her entire life took a turn for the worst. Molly’s petty crimes soon would turn into stealing anything and everything she could get her hands on in order to get a few extra dollars in her pocket for the drugs that had taken over her life. Her parents were too busy to catch her addiction and by the time they saw their daughter’s deteriorating state; it was too late to intervene without a professional. Being only 13; Molly had no choice in whether or not she was going to rehab, she /had/ to go. Little did her parents know, this wouldn’t help her. At all. Once out of the facility, Molly remained clean for awhile. That was when she met Josh and the pair hit it off. His rebellious side was attractive to Molly and those dark eyes.. Who could resist? Molly certainly couldn’t and was soon hooked on the drugs that once consumed her life again. 

At 14; Molly’s father had a massive heart attack and passed away. This caused Molly to get deeper into the drug scene; she also began self harming at this time. Dealing with physical pain was so much easier than the emotional broken-ness she felt inside. She could control the pain when she cut, so it became her coping mechanism. It was also around this time that she began dating Josh which infuriated her mother. The town bad boy? With her babygirl? Hell no. So Molly’s mother changed all the locks to the house and disowned her own child. Molly lived on the streets; crashing on couches when she could and was soon approached by a pimp. Prostitution was easy money and keeping it a secret wasn’t hard; the only person she hated keeping it from was Josh. She was making enough to feed her newest addiction, heroin.  While chaotic, things in her life had seemed to level out slightly after her father’s death and her mother’s abandonment...that was until Josh killed himself. Molly was devastated. Unsure how to deal with it, she checked into rehab and moved from that god forsaken town. She had even fallen in love. But as the 10 year anniversary of Josh’s death got closer; Molly’s urge to use got stronger and she was too weak to fight it. The betrayal of her husband’s trust, over and over, soon led to a divorce and sent Molly crawling back to the town she left to chase the ghost of the man she couldn’t let go of. Now back in Portland, Molly strips in order to keep a roof over her head as well as drugs in her veins. Her days of prostitution are all but behind her, she just hasn’t been in town long enough to build her clientele back up; her job as a stripper should make that task an easy one though.

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[transferred from RP.ME] [via instagram post] @slummmerican: got bored and went to good ol'myspace, dug up some real treasure. #THOWBACKTHIRTY ngl, this has me a lil' nostolgic and ashamed, we look like a bunch'a' Tim Burton characters. ^_^ Tagged: @spookxkitty @locknkey @ @x-xxpunkxprincessxx-x

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And Yet It Moves, The Clare - 17th June 2017

Today saw the final performances of And Yet It Moves, Neighbourhood Theatre’s latest community show, created in response to the Young Vic’s Main House production, Life of Galileo.  Running from the 15-17th June in the Young Vic’s Clare Theatre, and performed by an exceptionally talented cast of twelve, it was written by Molly Taylor, and directed by Joe Hancock.  

The play explores questions surrounding "how we know what we believe we know”.  The play tells the stories of three characters’ attempts to find their way through their respective social systems in order to change their lives for the better.  Their stories invite us to consider the struggle faced by those who challenge the status quo and social structures which define their lives, while reminding us of the trials faced by those with specific needs and vulnerabilities.

The powerful performances seen in rehearsals for the play (see post below) was here brilliantly highlighted by a fully realised production.  Naomi Kuyck-Cohen’s imaginative set, along with an atmospheric lighting design, enhanced the characters’ claustrophobic and nightmarish predicaments, immersing both audience and actors in the action.  Through its clever use of moving screens, the set could be used to box in characters - or sections of the audience - and either shut people out or create a particular perspective on a scene.

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My collage :) Sunshine with his little sister 😊❤️ #qaf #queerasfolk #queer #justin #justintaylor #jennifer #jennifertaylor #molly #mollytaylor #family #brother #mother #sister #love #birthday #hug #sunshine

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With shaky hands, she lifted the spoon, melting down the brown powder. Her body ached, itching for the drug as she pulled the plunger on the syringe letting the liquid seep into it. Eyes dilating at just the sight of what was before her, she wrapped her arm with a rubber tourniquet before tapping to find her vein. After injecting the poison into her veins, she lay back against the hardwood floor, eyes drooping as she fixated on the popcorn ceiling of the dark room. This was it, this was where she planned to die. If it’s actually a thing one can truly ‘plan’. It didn’t matter though, her addiction had taken away the one true love she ever knew and now...well now all she loved was heroin. Her drooping eyes soon closed, sending her into an unconscious state, thoughts of the love she lost still coursing through her mind. 

FLASHBACK.

Two years after Josh’s death, Molly left Portland and assumed a new identity; Jacki. The thought of losing Josh killed her and she couldn’t bare to stay in the town that took him from her. 

A year and a half later, a clean, sober Jacki stood staring into the eyes of a man she thought she loved. Of course, a drug addict only had love for one thing and sooner or later, that one thing will catch up to them. Jacki, however, thought she had beat the addiction and was moving on from her former life, her former love. “Do you, Jacki, take Lincoln to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The preacher asked, his tone was filled with joy for the soon to be newly wed couple. “I do.” Jacki responded, saying her own ‘I do’s after her new husband. The crowd burst into applause as they were pronounced husband and wife. For the first time in a long time, Jacki was truly happy. Something that was sure not to last.

A year into their marriage, the couple welcomed a new baby boy. Over the moon with happiness, being a mother was something she had always dreamed of and now her dream was a reality. Her fingertips trailed over the baby’s head, swearing she would never let anyone or anything harm him. Things were going well...for awhile, but eventually the sleepless nights and the crying baby caught up to her. Her body didn’t feel like hers anymore and she had quickly began spiraling into a deep depression. She soon found herself sitting up at night, soaking her new baby in tears as she tried to keep her thoughts away from the only thing she knew would keep her sane. The only thing she craved...Fuck! Why was she craving it again?! Jacki thought she had faced her demons, beat them and here she was, itching her arm, feeling the scar tissue under her fingertips.

“I’m going to take the baby for a drive.” she called out to her husband, with the baby in her arms, she made her way to the car. Maybe a quiet drive would calm her mind. Something had to.. Her hand lifted, scratching her face. Her arm was now raw from her nails clawing at it, as if scratching would make the itch go away. It was as if she was on autopilot, somehow they ended up in the worst part of town, where Jacki had once bought her drugs. Parking the car, she let the baby sleep as she stepped from the car, approaching a man with a trench coat. This wasn’t her first rodeo, Jacki knew exactly what she was doing, she knew exactly what she was after. 

Leaning against the cool, brick building, Jacki prepared her heroin before injecting it into her arm. The rush of the drug was back, Jacki finally felt alive again as her head nodded forward slightly, the needle dropping to the ground, soon followed by the brunette. Her knees buckled, collapsing under her small frame, causing her to fall, knees busting against the dirty ground. “Can’t take it anymore, Chlo?” The dealer, whom she had known for years prior spoke with a smirk, knowing he had laced the heroin with something else...what it was; Jacki couldn’t be sure, but there was more to this bump than just heroin. “What did you do to…” was all she could get out before her entire world went black.

Hours passed, soon the sun was rising over the buildings around her. Jacki’s eyes fluttered open, her body weak and sore as she stumbled to her feet, “My baby!” she gasped, her shaky knees, waddling over to the car, only to find...and empty car seat. “No.. my baby!” she screamed out, her hands pounding on the car window as she cried, opening the door, but there was no baby, he was gone. With bloodshot eyes, Jacki ran down the street, desperately searching for the infant she so carelessly left in her car so she could find her fix. 

Television inside one of the store windows

Reporter: This just in, an infant was found deceased on the river’s edge. His body was tightly wrapped in a plastic bag. Investigators believe he was thrown from the bridge to the water below and washed ashore. Anyone with any information is urged to call the police department immediately. The identity of the child is still unknown.

An image of what the police thought the baby looked like while alive flashed on the screen. 

Jacki could feel her heart shatter within her chest. Her child.. The one she swore she would protect and keep safe. Could he be...dead? The child in the photograph looked exactly like her child; but it wasn’t as if she could go to the police and turn herself in! It wasn’t like she killed him, right? Right. This couldn’t be /her/ fault! Fuck that! Those assholes killed her child, she was the victim here just as much as the baby. Her sweet ...innocent son. Her high had worn off and she was itching for another fix. Putting any thoughts of her son out of her mind, she started down the street. It was too late to save him, he was dead now and all that was left for her to do was move on from it.

Feeling a hand on her arm, Jacki gasped, turning as the man pulled her, “Where is he?!” her angry husband spat at his wife, “Where is MY son, you fucking pathetic excuse for a woman!” It was clear he had seen the news, normally he was a level headed man, someone who didn’t get too worked up over much of anything, but his anger was all but boiling over at this point. “Where the fuck is he?!” He yelled, shaking his wife as he looked into her eyes, “You fucking addict, you killed my son!” Jacki couldn’t speak, her eyes fixated on the man crumbling in front of her. His grip on her arms tightening with every word he spoke, though most of what he was saying was falling on deaf ears. Her mind was elsewhere, her eyes searching for something, anything to numb her own pain.

“Murderer!” That was the last word he ever spoke to her. Of course, he went to the cops, telling them everything, but he didn’t know she wasn’t the one who killed the kid directly! Sure, she was supposed to protect him and yes, she had made the mistake of using while leaving him in the car, but she didn’t throw him off that fucking bridge! None of that mattered now though, she was about to be the most hated woman in America. There was no way the media wouldn’t get ahold of this information and run with it. Jacki, however, wasn’t about to allow that to happen. Her husband had left her plenty of voicemails, informing her she was wanted by the police. Knowing he was at work, she staked out the house, waiting til the shift change when there was about 5 minutes of no one watching the house. Jacki quickly broke in the back window which had been broken for years and grabbed just what she needed which was enough to fill a backpack. After signing the divorce papers on the table, she ducked back out the window and was gone.

It felt like she had been on the run for years, but it had only been a matter of months before she found herself right back where she started. Portland. Fuck.. Maybe this was where she was meant to be after all. Something just kept pulling her back to this god forsaken town! Deciding to stick around for awhile, she got herself a tiny apartment, near the bridge she would sleep under as a teenager. Staring out the dirty window of her apartment, she lifted her hand, downing a few pills; anything to numb the shit show of emotions coursing through her body as the ghosts of her past walked the town below her. All the people she fucked over; all the bullshit she dealt with and Josh’s twin brother...it was all there, in that town and Molly wasn’t sure she was ready to face it all again.

Present Day.

It had been 8 years since Molly had left Portland and now she found herself back to face her past.

 Molly’s body trembled, still on the hardwood floor. Her lips were blue and her skin pale, unable to keep her body from shaking against the floor. Feeling as though she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, she took one last shallow breath before her eyes closed one last time. The house which once was her only shelter from the outside was now, quite possibly about to be her coffin. Soon her body went limp, the shaking stopped, her quick heart rate slowed and to Molly it felt as if the world stopped. Was this it? Was it the end? Had her addictions finally caught up to her? Had she finally got her wish to die; to finally be in the arms of the man she loved again?

Of course not, spoiler alert, Molly never got what she wanted, even if she deserved it.