Armina Monologue

raggedly, and trying to go even faster. They were behind me, I knew they were. I could hear them, but I

I didn't stop screaming until whatever was climbing me hovered in front of my face. Again, a silvery-blue creature in the shape of a snake was poised in a striking position inches from my nose. Light began to pour through the shape like a disco ball. The snake thing drew back and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for a strike in the face.

It wasn’t enough that at sixteen, Ava’s life had become as gray and bleak and lifeless as a winter tree. But, the day she was bitten by a fox, she knew things could only get worse.

The ache in my chest was building, and I felt all of the darkness inside of me build. The pressure was only intensifying and I knew that I had to do something, and quick.

If you're having relationship problems, don't ask me because I'm going to give it to your straight and raw.  I've seen it time and time again where people are just disgusted with their partner and they come to me for advice but leave madder than they came. (haha)

With my mind in fear, my body took over, bolting in the opposite direction of the beast. I was running so fast, the leaves felt like

hard to look at them, knowing their doom. It occurred to me, with a small inward start,

I had drifted in and out of consciousness, momentarily forgetting the memory of the metal pipe connecting with my body. I had felt like shit back then, I knew I had probably looked even worse. I could still remember the feeling of my left eye twitching under my bruised eyelid. The image of my darkened and swollen eyelid had kind of resembled the bottom of the rounded end of a half-smoked bong, which had made me immediately swear off drugs.

When after quite a while Gracia and I could talk alone for a moment, I commented her those thoughts of mine, and she warned me:

Pressed against the cold wall, I emitted a set of vehement screams. I struggled against my shackles, rattling them vigorously. I let forth more screams, as a frigid object was thrust mere inches from my face. The motion recurred, but this time, the blade slashed off my ear. I howled in torment, feeling the blood gush from my wound, hoping that someone would hear my agonizing pleas and rescue me. Each time I screamed, my shouts echoed back, surpassing my own in volume. The imitations continued relentlessly as I attempted to shout more forcefully. I shouted until only one stone remained in the wall my betrayer, Montresor, was building around me. I no longer had hope, the fight was dying from me. Surely this was just a joke, a frivolous farce?

Four years and three schools later, and I’m still standing. Thank You to my wonderful parents, for putting up with me. Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. Ma, I know you’ve been to hell and back with me, but MAMA I FINALLY MADE IT! Thank You to my amazing sister, you’ve been my rock this whole time. I know I don’t tell you enough, but thank you so much. To my un-biological sister, Jamie, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for putting up with me for 12 years, I love you so much Jwoww. Shoutout to my Holy Cross sisters. You taught me to live every day with Courage, Compassion, and Scholarship. Long live Lide English 1, always remember Thea Kreis, and Ouellete Advisory

Two days before my mother had died we had an argument about my behavior. ´Akiko your 14 already start acting like your own age´. ‘Mom i don't want to be 14 i want to go back and be a child again why can't you let me do that ?´ ‘Akiko you will have to grow up eventually and start having a life of your own i don't want anything to happen to you’ i ran out of the house. I know it's stupid fighting over me being so childish but in reality i just wasn't ready to grow up, that would have meant to watch my parents grow old and die. Guess i should have listen to my mother and behaved , i ran into a road without looking . i heard a loud horn sounds then everything went in slow motion i was pushed out the way and landed on the sidewalk . i heard the

If people don’t like it there’s nothing you can do about it. We’ve received hate mail, fan mail and I never know what to do with it. It’s part of the business.” She looked back at the painting. “A taste for death. That’s what Sydney called it. She’s the girl who works here at Allenwood. She could read his energy. Sydney is a bit of a medium. She’s spiritual. I don’t believe in everything she says but so far it’s been

Absentia is ever present where matters of the heart are concerned- however it was not Louis nor Boudreaux that occupied my thoughts or that my body longed for- no, it was her- the flaming haired beauty whose touch had been as fleeting as a summer rain, but soaked deeper than a slow long drizzle that lasted all the day long. Those few hours with her haunted my every waking moment once I left Boudreaux’s plantation. I wanted her lips- her tongue - I wanted to feel her touch on my flesh again. I wanted to touch her- to taste her sweet juices. Come dark, cloaked in the garments of a commoner, I prowled the city streets in search of her. I felt her near several times but when I searched the darkened doorways and alleyways, I did not find her. On one occasion, I come upon two men embracing- their lips searching each other’s; their hands frantically tugging at the others clothing. Fascinated, I stepped into the shadows to watch. I knew what they were feeling; the need, the insatiable hunger; I had

As I stepped off the front step, I began to regret this. My chance of survival was slim, and I had no one to go to, but Nestor thought otherwise. He pulled on my pant leg, and I decided to listen to him. We ran.