The Girl's Monologue

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

To say she is shocked to see a teenage girl blonde teenage Barbie lookalike where her 40 year old one night stand should be is an understatement what the fu.... I explain about everything the d.n.a trial the Dr McCormick everything in a high pitched voice of a teenage girl when I finally finished Vera still shocked says what your saying is impossible. No shit I say in a way that seems bitchy. We have to get you to this Dr McCormick. I text her no answer and I call and don't even get an answering machine start to panic I will come back as I start to panic I don't want to be a girl I don't know how to be a girl. I want to be me/John as Vera comes back with unisex sweats. No use putting it off any longer I think as I strip to my birthday suit.

“The worst,” Wolfgang spits. “She loved him, I don’t know why, but she did. And now all I have to remember her is the expression he wore after he beat her to death.”

“She had long dark hair in pigtails, and her eyes were too wide apart. Her lips were full enough, but she was even skinnier than a new pretty.”

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

“Mama!”. She nestled into her mother’s arms. “Why would they do this to me? How could they?”

“Yeah, I'm sure she'll never lighten up. Not when I'm around.” A grunt came from my throat. “And that a fact my friend.”

One day I was outside at recess when my best friend Natalie ran to play with me. Just before she made it she fell to the ground. I ran to her side. She told me that her foot was hurting. I told her that she must have sprained it. Just as I finished my sentence, my favorite teacher Dr. Wilbanks came to join us. As we finished explaining what happened Dr. Wilbanks called Natalie's mom. Natalie's mom sounded surprised. As she was speaking I could tell that she was crying.

Tan skin, brown-green eyes, dark hair, and a chiseled body. He wanted me, but I didn’t want him. Still he had me anyway, from the very moment we met my fate was sealed. So young when I met my death, so young that my life had become over. It’s so sad when stories don’t have a happy ending but it’s sadder when the characters don’t know that. To watch as the plot unfolds and their hopes fade. It’s almost as if your light slowly dies with them. I died, will you die with me when I tell my story? A story of how a four-year-old girl met a six-year-old boy one day when getting picked up from preschool, a very demented six-year-old boy with floggers, whips, chains, and no remorse for the free will of any other human being, particularly mine. I did

“What she has done to *herself, you mean. Never have I ever physically harmed her.”

“Why do you gotta bully her like that? I mean what has she ever done to you?”

“It got me three days worth of detention, but it was worth it. I can’t stand those jerks over there.” She then nodded towards the bitches and their meatheads. “I would take detention every day for the rest of my life if I could just spit in their faces daily.”

“Lilly, why do you care so much about him? He abused you, he hurt you, he made you feel like trash. Isn’t that why you ran away?” Nile asked in a defensive manner,

"... she exults so in taking you from me - she's not like ordinary girls."