Dramatic Monologue
If I see that one of my friends is continuously looking off into space with a frown or looking down into their laps as if waiting for something ‘right’ to fall into it. . I make it a priority to text or talk to them about it. Usually they’ll say things like “I’m just tired.” Obviously, being someone who uses that excuse as if it’s the secret to life, I tell them it’s okay to talk about it if they need to. But, what about me? I mentioned I use that same ‘excuse’, did you catch that? Yes? Well, I’m going to tell you about me. I’m going to tell you about what no one asks about. I’m going to tell you about the first time I solemnly echoed, “I’m just tired.” I hope you’re ready, because I’m not sure if I am . . .
In first grade, I noticed that …show more content…
All too quickly it seemed, we took a left turn and were heading straight downhill. My mom’s now fiancé, Greg, thought that having children meant having slaves. My sister, Kaylea, and I could NEVER keep the house clean enough for him. Kaylea and I quickly grew bored and started to complain, this would anger Greg. He would get so infuriated that he would start fights with our mom over how spoiled we were. Our mother would almost always say something along the lines of “They are children, give them a break.”
Apparently, his idea of a break was to move us to a farm and give us more chores. We undoubtedly did not like this plan and protested further. He did not like this method, so he started to say that he would pay us for chores that were more difficult (only because he could use it as a tax right off.) So, one summer when I was 12 he assigned me to paint the buildings around the farm. This project took all but the last 2 weeks of …show more content…
Pushing himself up against me as close as he could manage, I could feel the chill run down my spine as he ran his fingers across my neck, pushing my hair to the side. My heart beat quickened and I felt the fear rise in my chest as he bent down and kissed my neck. My body froze, I was stunned. What was he doing?! What should I do? My breath quickened as I tried to think of a way to escape. Why didn’t I run, or scream, or punch him? To anyone, this would have been a very logical thing to do. But, what was the point? I was TWELEVE and no one was home except my younger sister. So, I simply stood there as tears welled in my eyes, and my breath left my
In first grade, I noticed that …show more content…
All too quickly it seemed, we took a left turn and were heading straight downhill. My mom’s now fiancé, Greg, thought that having children meant having slaves. My sister, Kaylea, and I could NEVER keep the house clean enough for him. Kaylea and I quickly grew bored and started to complain, this would anger Greg. He would get so infuriated that he would start fights with our mom over how spoiled we were. Our mother would almost always say something along the lines of “They are children, give them a break.”
Apparently, his idea of a break was to move us to a farm and give us more chores. We undoubtedly did not like this plan and protested further. He did not like this method, so he started to say that he would pay us for chores that were more difficult (only because he could use it as a tax right off.) So, one summer when I was 12 he assigned me to paint the buildings around the farm. This project took all but the last 2 weeks of …show more content…
Pushing himself up against me as close as he could manage, I could feel the chill run down my spine as he ran his fingers across my neck, pushing my hair to the side. My heart beat quickened and I felt the fear rise in my chest as he bent down and kissed my neck. My body froze, I was stunned. What was he doing?! What should I do? My breath quickened as I tried to think of a way to escape. Why didn’t I run, or scream, or punch him? To anyone, this would have been a very logical thing to do. But, what was the point? I was TWELEVE and no one was home except my younger sister. So, I simply stood there as tears welled in my eyes, and my breath left my