Jake Frey Monologue

Jake Frey. A name that carries weight, and fame. Though, the person fortunate, or unfortunate enough to own this name, knows what kind of fame he has. I know what it is I’m famous for. I’m a survivor and a victim, but of course, to some I am a monster. What happened to me all those years ago was not in my control. It’s not my fault that man had decided to come to my school, shoot many of my friends, and even myself. I was only hit in the lower left portion of my back, but playing dead saved me. He had watched as I tried to escape with my girlfriend Lucy, and my best friend Ezekiel, and my sister Raven.
Raven and Ezekiel were fortunate enough to get away, they didn’t see what I had become in the moment he walked over and said that he would be
Even then I still was kicking and screaming, almost trying to attack the officers holding me. I had to watch as I was carried away from the school, carried away from the girl’s dead body. Nick, Lucy, Raph, and Jenna were only a few names that I could tell you about. There were many more as well, but they weren’t very close to me.
Knowing all this, receiving a text from Lucy while I was driving was the last thing I expected. Eleven years later, I get a text from this girl, this dead girl. I had checked my phone once it vibrated, looking to see who it was. The only reason I forgot about my driving is because I saw those four letters, combined to spell her name. The words, “Come to Prairie Hills,” were in the text. I was baffled, and slightly frightened.
Go home? Go where she died in front of me as well as all the others? I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I was many states away from Kansas and never planned on going back. As thoughts ran through my mind on how this was possible, I failed to realize the fact that I was heading straight into a tree, and fast. Looking up, I attempted to turn, only managing to crash into a different tree. I shook vigorously before seeing nothing but