Gina

By KA SEFIKA

"Gina" is a trilogy; plays on women written in remembrance of Henrik Ibsen...

Gina is a brilliant painter who is not aware of her talent.All she wants is to be who she is and to love. She finds herself in the middle of an irreversible, terrifiying crime while searching for love.Is she going to be defined by her crime or is she going to be loved?  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ka Sefika
• Release date: Nov 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540111487

KA SEFIKA

Ka Sefika was born in a Mediterranean city of Turkey, Adana in 1982. She began writing poems when she was eight years old. She soon realized that she was going to have to live life in order to be able to write about it in different forms like novels, plays, screenplays and short stories. Hence Ka Sefika had to agree to experience conventional way of living life despite having a constant inner chaos as a result. She then moved to Smyrna to study nursing at Ege University before immigrating to England in search of liberation.  She began studying journalism in London hoping to make a better sense of her inner and outer world while practicing as an RN. However she soon discovered that knowledge, ideas, solutions and enlightenment fired her up more than talking, repeating and writing about the world’s  problems which to her were the mere outcomes of the blocked mass consciousness,in the dark,wild,lonely and loud world of journalism. She then entered into the world of philosophy at UCL without knowing that philosophy was where all the problems were created. She continued writing poems, plays, short stories during her study in the end of which she caught common depression of dead philosophers. She is now happier, more productive with her eyes on the eastern philosophy. Ka Sefika published her first novel "The Little Virgin Whore" and “My Name is Love” in the end of January 2016. For more information please visit and leave message to: facebook.com/Ka Sefika

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November 2016

The Earth

© 2016 by  Ka Sefika. All rights reserved.

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Written in remembrance of Henrik Ibsen...

Dedicated to all rape victims and rapists with love and compassion...

Table of Contents

Preface

About the Author

Gina

The Bloody Woman

The Infinite Intelligence

GINA

CHARACTERS

GINA: The painter in Istanbul.

KATE: Her friend in London.

JIM: Australian-American Conman.

KAAN: The rapist.

ACT1

In a dimly lit grey flat where there is no sign or sense of time. There is a big book shelf beside which sits a red armchair. A man in black with gun and erected penis stands in the middle section of the bookshelf but does not move, he is only visible to audiences. The door of the flat is red. There is a computer camera of which is taped with a black tape.

A blond, attractive but a little anorexic woman, GINA, in her late twenties sits in the armchair, leaving the man with gun behind. He points the gun at her head, she does not see it but feels it, hence she is restless. She cuts her hair, only the split ends and knots. By the red exit door stands a plastic woman that is the copy of GINA.

GINA is a brilliant young painter who is not aware of her talent due to being surrounded by little people who are scared and envious of her talent and constantly attack her. She uses her living room as her studio hence there are many complete paintings around and her current work on the canvas stands in the middle of the grey room.

GINA. Oh knots, knots, knots...and another one... splits...splits...splits...all from the same root...knots...knots...knots...all from the same root...all from the same root.

She looks around with blank eyes and moves like she is floating in a surreal domain but deep inside she is frustrated and upset. She hears noise behind the red door. She looks around with fear, stands up. She hears the noise that is only audible to her once again. She looks at the red door. She walks on her tip toes and looks through the eyehole. The man with gun follows her. His penis is bigger than his gun and is still erected.

(She whispers)

GINA.I am sure it is him! But I am never going to open, he will never walk through this door ever again even when I am terminally ill and have no one to help me heal! He will be dead if he ever does. (She tries hard to be brave but her fear is visible and her eyes still lack sign of life. She is not as lively as she is supposed to be as young woman.)

She walks back on her tip toes in fear and whispers in a melodic tone.

GINA.I am fine...I am fine...fine as wine...I am fine...I am fine...fine as wine...but maybe I must dine before I fall and die...I must kill before I die...I must kill before I die...I must kill all the lies everyone believes...all the lies.

She opens the small fridge and looks into it. There is not much food left. She takes out bread, cheese, tomato and ketchup. She makes herself a sandwich and tea. She eats it on her study table and begins to search on the internet. The man with gun stands behind her.

She reads verdict of her rape case out.

GINA. Miss GINA, the victim, did not show enough resistance when she could. Therefore Mr KAAN pleads not guilty. Really? How could I resist if I feared to death? And I was already in the bathroom anyway. (She raises her voice) Dirty bastard! What do you know what it means to be a woman in this cruel world huh? What do you know you spoiled bastard? Why don’t they employ a woman judge for rape cases but those dickheads with no heart? (She stands up and looks at the screen with an insult on her face.)

She asks in a hopeless, tired tone.

Well, don’t they become as cruel as men to survive among them in the end?

Well, if he wasn’t a lazy ass he would have understood me instead of judging me in such a cruel manner. If he was not a weak coward he would have stood by the victim not the psychopath rapist! Hahahaha! He must have feared that KAAN could rape him,too, I am sure! Coward! Or who knows maybe he is gay and wants KAAN fuck him regularly hence he freed him! Oh God! Help me!

She sits back at the table.

She opens a suicide site. She writes down the number of help line. She checks out the number of rape victims who committed suicide and who called this line. She cannot find the exact figure she looks for.

GINA. Of course! Who cares about the victims, this is the world of winners! And you have to fuck to win, or be the puppet of the fuckers like Obama and Hillary Clinton!  (She bites her sandwich once again and spits it out.)

GINA.I cannot get any taste from this fucking cheese, it is like a plastic! Why do I feel fucked in so many...in countless senses tonight? She spits it out. (The man with gun and erected penis laughs.)

She hears noise behind the door again. She looks at the red door,looks alert. She walks towards the red door on her tip toes, looks through the eyehole.

GINA.You little bastard, go fuck the world that has damaged you to your core, you loser!

THE NEIGHBOUR UPSTAIRS. (He shouts.)What do you have...tell me what do you have in this world...apart from an old pussy what do you have to count on...your father is dead...your brother is a bloody loser...and you are such a pathetic old pussy!

GINA (She runs back to the middle of the grey flat with confusion, fear and panic. She stands there, feeling her own anger rising, covers her face with her hands and runs to the window. She opens it, she sees many old women, hiding behind the curtain of their windows, scared to look out to see what is happening.)

Oh my God!

THE NEIGHBOUR’S WIFE. Ahh! Aaaahh! Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me! What did I do to you?

THE NEIGBOUR: Did you sleep with him? Tell me did you sleep with him that night?

THE NEIGBOUR’S WIFE. No! He raped me! Don’t you understand? Go, confront with him if you don’t believe me!

THE NEIGHBOUR: What did you do to provoke him? Why didn’t he rape the woman next door but you?

THE NEIGBOUR’S WIFE. Because her husband was man enough not to let his friend in and leave him alone with his wife...why did you go out and left me alone with him that night?

THE NEIGBOUR. Shut up! Shut up! I cannot protect your pussy for you all the time!  (He begins hitting her again and she screams).

THE NEIGBOUR’S WIFE. Your problem is to see me as a pussy...if you saw me as a human, as a woman, none of those could have ever happened!

NEIGHBOUR. Since when you have a brain to talk to me like that? Shut up!

GINA. (She whispers) Oh my God! (She closes the window and takes her phone, calls the police. She is barely breathing.)

Hello, the man upstairs is killing his wife, please come now!

POLICE. Where are you madam?

GINA. On the cemetery street in Sisli.

POLICE. Are they husband and wife?

GINA. Yes, they are.

POLICE. Did you hear the gunshot?

GINA. No, not yet, but he is hitting her really bad.

POLICE. That is okay.We don’t interfere the fights between husband and wife madam, they usually regret and make up on their way to police station...they will be fine in a few moment.

GINA. But he is torturing her!

POLICE. Please calm down madam. Do you have ear plugs by any chance?

GINA. Yes.

POLICE. Put them in till they calm down.

GINA. Okay. Thanks. (She lets herself fall on the armchair hopelessly. (She sits there, feeling frustrated, unworthy, withdrawn for a few moments.) The fight upstairs continues, she hears noise and cries.) She hears the incoming call on skype. She walks towards her computer and sees the picture of a man who is supposedly her online lover. She sits in the chair and answers the call.

GINA. Hello.

JIM.Hey! How is my wife to be?

GINA. Good thanks. How are