Tina Monologue

This cannot be happening. This can’t true. Tina, wake up Tina. If this is your idea of a joke, I don’t think it’s funny at all. She can’t be dead, can she? Please, Tina, move your arms; breathe, do something that lets me know you're alive. Why won’t you move? It is because of me? No, that's crazy I did my job of covering her. It’s not my fault that I dress like me is too thin to protect against cold winters. I mean, seriously. But still, why do you have to fall and in the snow of all places. Are you that tired of walking that you had to rest right here. I’m not an expert on human bodies, but I don’t think you should be laying there. What if you chase a cold? Hans might get mad at you. So, why don't you get up and let's just leave and go home?
That is all I can remember. You think that out of all the noises she made I could have at least the songs she sang, or even the sounds of her brushing and combing her hair. But no, all I can remember is the sound of hair hitting me as let it down. Smack, smack, smack. That sound used to drive me crazy, but now reminds me of the time love was found. Before that evil fairy took her away, the beautiful girl who used to live in me had used her hair as a rope to let people inside of me. Most of the time it was an evil fairy that watch over the young girl and forbid her from leaving. But, the other times it was a charming young man who the beautiful took a fancy to. I always loved it when he came over. After the first few times he came over, the girl always made sure to always clean my insides just in case he came back. What I like most about him is that unlike that evil fairy that never made the beauty girl happy, whenever he came over the beautiful girl would always laugh and have fun. I would always love to see her smile. Sometimes I wish it were me he was making smile. Sometimes I wish I were an actual human being instead of a person. Every time I see them having fun and meeting up I wish that I had a prince to call my own. If only I was in a building I could have these real emotions like everybody else seems to have. If I had a choice and what I got to be I would've been a princess and I would've had a prince that would always accompany me. Yep, that
I wasn't made for this. I mean of course as a knife I can reuse for things like stabbing, but that's a daggers job I wasn't made for violence. I was made for the sole purpose of making others lives easier, that's why I had magic powers. So knowing versus why would you use me to cut all of this poor little elf’s hand. Just thinking about it almost brings me to tears. I can still remember the way to my sharp blade Cut through his skin; it was nothing like cutting it into roots. The worst part is when I had to sort through his bone. The thought of it makes me want to throw up. The worst part about this whole ordeal the Man that cut his hand off didn't even bother to pick it up. Nope, they left his bloody hand right next to where they placed me after they were done using me. And because no one bothered cleaning up me up, I am left with his dried blood on my blade. Until this day I have never tasted blood before, and what's sad about today is I think I realize how much I enjoyed the taste. Don't get me wrong I hated everything about cutting off the little elf's hand, but if I had to take one good thing out of The whole experience, it would definitely be The taste of this blood. I've never tasted anything so interesting. The irony taste really threw me for a loop. I have no idea why do would be like this. People used to use me for cutting roots and I could always taste the dirt from the ground as my blade and cut through the root. For the most part that's all I did