The Color Purple Monologue

I remember everything so vividly. Too vividly it hurts my head. How did I end up in this position? How did I end up watching my sister die? Blood was spilling from her mouth. She was struggling, and I grabbed my silver dagger and stabbed her in the heart. No pity. It was gonna happen sooner or later. I just made it happen sooner.

There’s a system in our village called the Trials where we fight. Fight until only one person is selected, and the winner is left with the Royal Family's money. You don’t understand how desperately we need the money. Me and my sister have lived on the streets ever since someone came and murdered my parents. The trials are a population control system that lures the lower class into fighting. The poor needed to die
“Everyone must fight until there is only one person left”. Only one person left in the room. The trial is held in a sandy maze in a stadium. Scorpions and other big insects roam the maze. The king stands in front of the labyrinth. He brings a whistle to his mouth, ready to start the trials, but he doesn't blow. Why isn't he blowing? I turn around and I stop dead in my tracks. The black plague. The people on the streets that have the black plague. They run towards us with torches lit up. Every single one of them has black on them. at their fingertips. their hands. Their toes. All black. The king watches in horror. I turn to my sister, but she's not there. She ran to the exit door. I run into the maze, I don't stop even when my legs are hurting. Even when I feel like throwing up at the sight of the black body parts. I reach a dead end, look to my left and see a
The “Why would you do it”? I screamed. She looks horrified at me. The words start tumbling out of her. “Me and mother fought, she didn't want me to be a blacksmith, she wanted her perfect daughter to be a housewife. I got angry and it was an accident”. Tears ran from her eyes. “Dad saw everything so I had to kill him too”. She starts to cry. Her sadness fades into darkness. Her mood changes and I can see in her eyes she feels no pity. “Revenge is something you can never feel guilty about,” she says. I grabbed her throat and slowly took out a silver dagger. I see my reflection in it, and it's something I've never seen before. Corruption. I grabbed the dagger and slowly grazed her cheeks. Blood starts pouring out immediately. Mark S.W. Sophie Wonder. The anger is burning my skin. I grabbed the dagger and stabbed her in the arm. She hissed at the pain. Elisa Wonder, my sister is a