Isla Monologue

I glared at her while her eyes were getting teary. I don’t care, I decided. But a part of me could understand what she was going through. Someone you love so much just being snatched away from you without a goodbye. My heart ached for her but what about the pain that she caused me. After my dad died, my mom just basically cried for months and months. But after her tears dried out, she couldn’t make them come out. She just sat in the corner on a rocking chair and stared up at the ceiling. I mean that’s what she called mourning. How long could a person mourn? Days? Months? Years? Years is how long she mourned. She still is though. She must have loved him very much to be mourning this long. While she was in that state, me and my sister were dying of hunger. But I wasn’t a person to just sit there and do nothing. I went out and started hunting with Gale. Some of the game I came back with, I sold it and brought some back for dinner. We would go hunting before school and after school. Like I said before, he has been there supporting our family from the beginning. He has his own family too. He has 3 siblings, Posy, Vick, and Rory Hawthorne. They are not very rich either. Almost the same as my family.

“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all

“I had a dream, a dream of the past,” he said breathing loudly. “I betrayed them, I betrayed them all . I watch my mom and sister starved by the party without saying a word.”

“They let me out after I proved I was good. I had to kill everyone that was necessary in order to be with your dad because I loved him first. I knew him first too. And now it’s your turn.”

“You should have known that you could not hide from me. You married me and you must be with me forever, as you have been cursed to never die.” I see something cross his eyes as recognition sets in.

“Yeah, sure,” he admitted. “I saw her a while ago. She sure was in a foul mood, I mean a lot more than normal.”

When he arrived at the camp, he saw his father picking up the trash from breakfast. “I’m sorry, Dad. I made a mistake,” Brayden sighed. “I’ve just been ... mad....” His father gave him a look of understanding and patted him affectionately on the back.

"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to

“Yes, she seems uptight.” He said shrugging his small skinny shoulders, he’s never been that big or muscular.

“When he's given something to keep,I kissed my father.”

"He died twenty-two years ago, car crash" Serena replied surprisingly honestly, but she held so much sorrow in her voice, she had seen Donald as her real father, he was there when she needed him.

"That was for being such a great father," she snapped at his corpse after she stopped. She looked down at her dress. Red. Her dress was a bright, bloody red. All of her innocence was gone. She dragged his muscular body behind the Ferris wheel.

"Are you a friend of Emily's?" I asked blankly, tilting my head a bit. She took a sharp, much needed, breathe of air. "Y-yes sir, please pardon the intrusion." She adopted a formal stance, which still looked strange with the jitteriness of her pose.

“You sound a lot like my dad you know, he would have been proud if he had a son like you, just as i'm sure your own father was.” We’re not that different, me and her, both our dads left us behind, or was it us that left them? I could have stopped him, I could have helped, I was the one who killed him, just as she was the one to kill her dad, she left him alone, just as I left mine. I once read that the deepest seeds of regret are sown by the actions that we don’t take, by the things we don't say, by possibilities lost. If I was just a little bit more involved, more interested, then maybe he would still be alive. I didn't even asked where he

“Yes.” she answered blankly. At first sight, the man standing in front of her wasn’t impressive, nor a surprise.