I Love Monologue

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

I push the cracked oak wood tavern door open. Eyes sweep across the room falling on me. Wearing a dark hood and cloak concealing all but my piercing ice blue eyes and half of my nose. My wide chest, wiry arms, thick legs and my two swords also hidden away underneath my cloak. I’ve been growing my beard out, short cropped it isn’t much to deal with. The tavern is laid thick with the scents of; stale alcohol, fresh bread, and charred savory meat roasting on the spit in the center of the tavern. In the opposite corner of the tavern sits a table bathed in shadows with four armed individuals.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

As I sit here as a soon to be senior, I still can hear the words my mom screamed at me the day I had announced I was gay! But this wasn't the first time I tried to come out but this was the worse. I had come out many times but been pushed back into the closet because of my her in denial.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

I stand up and pull him up with me."Come on,boo,we need to go home." He nods and leans on me. I drag him to a secluded room. I lock the door behind me. I watch as he sits down on the red heart shaped bed. He crumples forward and puts his elbows on his knees. He puts his head into his hands. He sighs. I smile. He's sobering up! Then I frown. What if he's still mad?

Two nine-year-old kids sank into the beige cushions of the couch, gripping the controllers as they both stared intently on the illuminated TV. The TV brought colorful lights which seemed to reach the far corners of the dark, spacious room. A small silence creeped up against the two children as they smashed the buttons, controlling the lego characters that danced across the screen. Finally, the stillness of the perimeter shook as a sudden shriek was heard from the boy beside me; out of fear, I screamed along with him as troopers began to kill us within our video game.

Henry motions for you to come sit by him on the couch. " y/n I love you more than anything, don't ever forget that." You shake your head as Henry started to lean forward and soon enough his lips were on yours and you were sharing the most passionate kiss with the love of your life.

"Dun! Dun! Dunnnnnnn! Dramatic change." Ivy did that dramatic piano action weirdos usually do when there's some drama afoot.

On that night in particular, the roses on her dress bloomed a deep, sickening crimson. She had never seen such a dark color on that dress. She felt the darkness of the roses pump from the silk lace of her dress dress into her blood. The evil ran first through her veins and then went on and infected her blood cells. Blood cell by blood cell, it spread slowly throughout her small frame and not long after, she felt it steadily take control over her body. She was no longer her pure innocent self.She wanted to hurt something, someone, anyone. She had the strong urge to...assassinate.. She was trapped. Trapped between cold, stone walls. Trapped between good or evil. Trapped between the gentle lace of her dress that pricked blood at her every move.

Never parched, never overdone. I stared through our little window as I watched Mem tend to our garden. She is starting to get frail, old Mem, but that doesn't stop her from being as forceful and headstrong as she is. The people in the village consider to be idiotic, but to me, she is one of the most intelligent women I have ever known. We don't talk as much as I had hoped we could, but the one thing that can always get us talking is what we know best, our lush garden. Our garden is energising and brings us both hope, even in times like this. The slick and smooth yet somehow pulpy dirt and the little and large sprouts of our garden in the humid, yet breezy air, the tufted grass surrounding, and the delicate plants themselves. That is always a topic that continually raises my hair, without fail.

Shit. His blonde hair fell over his ears, cautiously stepping inside the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but stayed silent. His homely eyes assessed mine, but I had to look away because tears began to threaten my sight; I never wanted to see him through a blurred waterfall. I slouched down, tightening my grip on my knees, if I moved any more my legs would crumble. Ross climbed into the tub in silence, attempting to mirror my position but failed. We both shared a painful smile, but it was real. I buried my head in my hands, beneath my thick blanket of dark hair. I wanted to speak up, but I choke of the words and swallow it down. His unraveled himself, reaching through my arms to tilt my face towards his. I dropped my fingers slowly, fighting back tears. His face was unchanged, the same as it always had been, the same beautiful gaze he'd given me a million times before. Was he not embarrassed of me?

He stood before her caressing her soft pale skin as she dreamt of evergreen forests and the sweet scent of lavenders. He wanted her, he wanted her badly. He wanted to have every inch of her from her head to her toes he needed her. He wanted her affection and he wanted to be in her every thought.