Rhymes Monologue

Chimes. I heard chimes playing. A slow tune, slow and beautiful. It lulled me, comforted me, made me feel at home. Suddenly, a large crash from cymbals surprised me but did not scare me. I looked in all directions but saw only darkness. Nothing. But there was something. Something lurked inside this void, just beyond my vision. I tried to adjust my eyes but they refused. Instead, all I saw was more blackness. It crept up towards me, I put my hands up to stop it, but I wasn't able to see my hands. They had succumbed to the darkness. It overtook me completely. Soon I could see nothing. I couldn't breathe. I was suffocating. Dying. The darkness released me from its clutches and I inhaled deeply, welcoming the painful feeling of air in my lungs.
I was in my room, sitting up in bed. It was so comfortable, so very comfortable. A hand came up the side of the bed. It had womanly, slender fingers, soft, supple skin. However, it was still manly, short nails, a large thumb. It slowly made its way towards me, and I felt it caress my face. It began to sink, fading away into the nothingness it came from once more. I looked down in search of the hand and found nothing but a body. It was disgusting to me. It was huge, it was morbid, it was wrong. I wanted to escape. I moved my arms to push it away but I found myself connected to it. I was part of this body. This disgusting thing. I ripped at it. Scratched at it. Tore it to shreds. There was so much blood. So much. After the pain was perfection. Beauty to an unmeasurable degree. Exactly what should be. A man burst into the room. An elephant in stature, I curled up into the smallest ball I could. It wasn't me. That wasn't me. Please...don't hurt me. He brandished a knife, and I could see unrelenting hatred in his eyes. He lunged at me, plunging his knife deep into my heart. Pain. So much pain. It was unendurable. Unending. I cried for help. Nothing came out. I tried again. Only a squeak. Please. Please help me. Someone. Anyone. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed to tell someone. I needed someone to help. I tried once more. I tried and tried and tried
He barely talked, but he had a very friendly demeanor about him. He shook each of our hands as we entered his office, and he spoke quietly and deliberately. He was very kind throughout the whole process, and from what I could tell, was very helpful to students in general. The principal seemed so friendly that he even greeted students as the entered the campus. Most were given a quick nod as a greeting, while others were met with small conversations, as well as the occasional handshake. I observed this odd scenario for quite a while when he suddenly looked over at me. I must have looked like an idiot by the way he made a questioning look in my direction. "Ms. Duval? Finally, you're here!" he exclaimed, an amused look taking over his face. "I was hoping to show you around a bit, but I'm going to be a little caught up for a bit, maybe you could find someone else to help you?" I looked down the street and saw an entire swarm of children shuffling towards the school. Looks like the principal had a lot of nodding to