Becca Monologue

Sara, 18-years-old youth, always wish to be alone. She would lock herself in her room, looked at herself in the mirror and spit venom at her reflection. Then she would curled up on her bed, with her blanket covering all of her - her body, soul and mind - as a defence mechanism to block herself away from the darkness that are slowly consuming her. A few months after she thought that it went away, it came back. She fought hard to conceal its presence.

A ten year old girl sits on the ground between her mother’s legs as her mother’s course hands run through her hair, braiding it to let the breeze reach her neck in the hot summer laid out before them. In the distance, her younger cousins run through the tall grass, their laughs intermingling as their small legs try to outrun the buckets of water being thrown at them by their sister. The girl can see her father through the crack of their open front door, sitting at a table with her uncle and their other male guests. His head is thrown back with laughter and his twinkling eyes meet hers through the crack. He smiles. Seconds later, the sun is covered by shadow and she screams, racing for the buckets faster than she thought possible. Her body is

There was a little girl standing by the garbage can just next to her shop, crouched down by the spilled contents. The light from the streetlamp shone off of the girl’s short and shockingly white hair. What scared Renee the most was that this little girl was only wearing a white t-shirt and baggy jean shorts, no shoes, no socks, no gloves. At this point, she looked quite cold. It wasn’t the best temperature out there. Fall was coming, and for a child that looked no older than six, it meant a night or two with possibly frozen toes.

It was a mysterious, windy, dark night. Annabel, a short young girl with jet black hair, eyelashes that reached the sky and eyes like a puppy dog, had just awoken on the floor of a cold dark forest. As she took in her surroundings and wondered how she had got there, a sudden pain appeared in her head and she had a brief flashback of painful memories of the car crash that she and her parents had just been involved in, a horrific accident; she lay there as tears slowly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her soft, pale cheeks. The thought of her deceased parents sent a shiver up her spine; she couldn’t believe they were gone.

I held Clementine’s hand in the cold as we walked through the snow covered field. Our breath hung in the air like sheets of ice and I could feel my own lungs as they greedily sucked up the frigid air. She and I had decided to attend the burning today. She said she wanted to bid her parents goodbye. I didn't tell her, but I was going to say my goodbyes to her. But I think she knew. She just had a look in her eyes, a strange one that proclaimed nothing but fear and a resounding emptiness. It was like she had just given up.

It was around quarter to midnight, it was so much fog that all you could see was driver’s headlights peeping through the blur. Tamara, a young college student and her toddler Christofer were on their way home from Manhattan. They lived in an urban, over populated Hispanic neighborhood in the South Bronx. Tamara was exhausted as she raised the carriage down the steep, metal, rusty, 40-step subway staircase. She had been up since 6 am to be seated in her 8 am classes at Columbia University after a 2-hour train and dropping Christofer off at the babysitters. Tamara was finally on the ground and she sighed deeply and weeped. She stood 5 foot 1 and weighed 120 pounds. Lifting and pushing the carriage through the busy metropolitan streets of NYC was tiresome. Tamara was famished as she walked

In the passage, all the school children, sad that the clouds have engulfed the sun for another seven years, run back to shelter only to remember that they left Margot inside the closet the whole time. After seeing the sun for the for the first time they were old enough to remember the children might have regretted locking up Margot in the closet. Now that the kids will remember what the sun is they understood Margot. After playing and running in the hot glorious sun they know what they have been missing their whole life. Margot remembers the sun when she lived on earth when it shined more often. At one time she probably played with the sun shining on her back just like the kids on Venus did. Now the kids understood why she stayed quiet

“I thought at first that she was a ghost and cried a lot.” Sophia’s eyes glossed over as if reliving the experience. I was about to get up to ask for a box of tissues when she glanced over at me and stopped me. “Please don’t. I need to tell you this in one sitting for her and to have the kidnapper stopped.” There was a lengthy pause as she braced herself to continue and this time with tears slowly falling down her cheek. “She didn’t move for a long time as she just let me cry. I think at some point I fell asleep and when I woke up again two guys were there to give us our food.” There was an even longer silence. Sophia had stopped crying and had a puzzled look again.

The cynical tension in the bedroom froze Roselyn as her entire body felt as though it was experiencing extreme pain. The urge to cut herself had seemed to grow stronger as the loud screaming and glass shattering reached her ears and had managed to snatch her sleep an hour ago. Her parents’ constant arguing and fighting triggered her mind with the demon of suicidal thoughts. Quickly strutting through the hallway, she sneaked out of the house and walked through the silent streets and headed towards the park, letting herself drown in the sea of grief. “Hey! What happened to you? Are you trying to kill yourself or what?” She locked her sight over the angular jaw and the pointed chin of the person’s face that suited his squinted hazel eyes. His fine hair, coloured in a natural black was placed back into a precise quiff further accentuating his stubble on his

The girl bolted to the door, eyes darting wildly through the smoke-filled room. The flames licked at her heels as she ran, barefoot, out the front door of the once friendly dwelling. She panted, her glazed eyes looking back at her former home. Her small body collapsed onto the pavement, tears crashing down her tanned face. She heard the muffled cries from her parents in still inside. The parents she couldn’t protect. The parents she killed.

Alainah felt empowered, careless, and regretted nothing. Garren felt the same. The next day around 10:00 am, Garren and Alainah snuck out again to have breakfast together. When they arrived at the coffee shop they ordered two egg and cheese sandwiches on wheat with coffee. They sat down and talked and laughed for a whole hour. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye Alainah saw her dad walk in. She was so terrified and tried to hide. Her dad looked and looked around but did not see them. He turned left into an additional area of the coffee shop, and greeted a strange older woman with dark brown straight hair and pale skin. Alainah couldn’t believe her eyes. Her dad kissed the pale woman and sat in the chair across from her. They looked very fond of each other. Alainah’s heart began to drop into her stomach. She truly felt like Juliet. She could not fathom what her eyes absorbed and her heart denied. The coffee shop turned all sorts of colors. It spun like a colorful merry-go-round. Garren noticed her confusion and hurt and immediately walked her home. They left the coffee shop without a

Etim stares at her with an unreadable expression before his eyes drift towards me. I blink a few times before closing the huts door. “Besides giving Soph her bag. What are you doing here Etim?”

To the right of the man stood the girl, her hazel eyes creased and her blonde brow furrowed, looking at Bram as if he had every right to die. As if they had every right to cut him up and serve him on a platter. He exhaled quickly, his eyes darting back and forth between the man and girl with an animalistic urge to make them feel the helplessness he always felt. The sense of worthlessness. The self-hatred and contempt that had held him close ever since his mother left him in that orphanage. The want to be more than he was. To escape the cage he was born into. The fear of being less than he could be. Of not getting what he’d

She saw a young boy standing next to her, looking at the bread like her life depended on it but she knew that the life of the girl depended on it as well. She looked at the boy who looked a lot younger than she was, and then, she handed him it. She hated that look of longing in his eyes that looked like that of an old, abused dog who was ready to die at any point, as its skin was falling apart and the worms in his still pure hearts made his ribs show and his pride fade away even though he was

Massie falls upon the comforting cement, staring at the starless night sky, the meteors and the comets moving at astronomical speeds, magic that could only come from perfection; tonight, though, they have all been blown out. There is this empty ache, the silence, the never-ending silence, that threatens to destroy every thought, every hope left in this desolate city. She is lying still, extending her hand upwards as if she can still reach past the stars, pulling them all back down to her heavy heart; she believes that the normal nights have past long back —on normal nights, he would have come. He is not here though, he is not anywhere to be found, as another heart calls, far, far away from this city, far, far away from her; she has let him go.