The Eleanor Monologue

“Persephone.” It was a woman’s voice that spoke my name, and I flinched a little in surprise.

In the novel, The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger, phonies are one of the main things Holden Caulfield despises. The definition of the word phony is “A person who is not what he pretends to be”. There are many examples of phonies in the novel, however the biggest one being Holden. Holden is a phony. Holden, lies, is a hypocrite and changes his image constantly.

“Etha-” I slap my hands over my mouth. That wasn’t my voice. Was that even me speaking? Maybe I didn’t actually say anything

“I don't know, not that I care either.” That was the first time I heard the tone. “What's wrong, did something happen?” You could hear the concern in my voice.

“How old are you (F/N)?” I turned in the direction I heard the voice come from,

"When we were little, you used to do that. Pretend you were sleeping, and couldn't hear me. It didn't work then, and it certainly won't work now." Said the voice. "I have gone though so much, and I have a lot to tell you, so just listen."

“Magnus, are you okay?” They were unfamiliar, but it sounded as if they were panicking. He inclined his head in the direction was coming from and opened his mouth to say something before the world became, once again, dark and silent.

“I’m online!” chirped a synthetic young female voice. “It’s a wonderful morning, isn’t it? Can I help you with anything, Citizen #ERROR_ID_NOT_FOUND?”

"Pira?" He asked when I was done. I shook my head. "Pyra?" I nodded. "Oh, well in that case," he said, and showed me how to spell my name.

“Yeah but we’re not really talking, are we?” I gave him a look and he decided to explain, ”We’re making small talk. You don’t really say much about the important things. You haven’t spoken a word about yourself.”

"Who are you ??" I spoke ,well at least tried to .But no sound come out of my mouth .Now that i looked at these

“What are you trying to say? Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Ernest asked and sat down to wait until his friend finished talking.

“Annabelle.” That was my voice, this time. You see, even though this all sounds like my first moments as a newborn, they are, in fact, my last. The reason that

He heard the voice in his head again. He still didn't know the language, but somehow he knew it was asking who he was.

Dr Rogers: “Mm hm. And I guess I'd like to say, "No, I don't want to let you just 'stew' in your feelings," but on the other hand, I--I also feel that, this is the kind of, very private thing that I couldn't possibly answer for you. But I sure as anything will try to help you work toward your own answer. I don’t know if that makes any sense to you but I mean it.”