This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while پہلے for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a حالیہ event with her friend.
Tell me what آپ think!
My mother says آپ can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..
آپ know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..
How long have I known her? Well ,I've known her for a couple years - But it seems like a lifetime now..
I met her freshman year, in Introduction to British Literature. I was scared - I mean who isn't on their first دن of highschool? I remember Walking into the classroom for the first time. I had to find somewhere to sit - then I spotted her. She was smaller then everyone else - یا at least she seemed that way.
She was self reserved - Very quiet. Whilist the other kids were throwing paper airplanes and talking about the new transition, she sat quietly writing away in her little notebook. She seemed sad, almost.
I remember sitting اگلے to her. I knew she was different But then she smiled at me and کہا hi ,then it was an instant friendship. We both understood each other, We made eachother laugh. She was... bitter, and cynical, but still, really nice... I knew she had depression... but... it was weird. We had fun together, آپ know? I never really made sense of that.
Heh, That night? She didn't seem different , she seemed normal. Not happy, exactly. But... like her Usual self.
That night - The night she.. Her parents were out of town for the weekend so we saw a play - She was laughing. i was proud of her, She hadn't laughed in so long.. And then afterwords we went to a midnight movie. She seemed fine , even happier then usual. I thought things might've been getting better...
After that ? I dropped her off at about a quarter to two. As she left, and she کہا goodbye - Her voice shook. She kept saying that she was sorry, and how much I meant to her. I should have asked her to come over. یا at least asked her if she wanted me to stay, But this was normal - She had always felt like her mood brought me down. It didn't seem off..
I remember driving off, I watched her walk solemly into her ہوم in my rearview mirror. And as she started to fade from my site, my stomach twisted. It felt like someone had stabbed me over and over again. I had never had this type of anxiety before, I thought maybe I was just tired, So I sped up.
Halfway ہوم my cellphone rang, Usualy I would ignore it while im driving, but It was her. I put it on speaker and before I could say A word I heard her voice, She begged and pleaded for me to forgive her, She wouldn't tell me why.. She told me to tell her parents how much she loved them and then the phone cut off.
I tried calling her back, But she wouldn't pick up. Quickly, I turned the car around and sped back to her home. Her words kept playing again and again in my head, Haunting me. Somthing wasn't right - I was scared.
Her door was unlocked when I got there - I called for her, but she hadn't responded.My دل started to beat uncontrollably. I called for her again, and then silence.
I think subconciously, I knew what she had done. But I didn't want to beilive it. I regret the decision that led me to keep looking for her - I ran up to her room, and what I saw was an Image i don't think will ever leave my mind.
I don't remember when I dialed 911 - I just remember crying and crying. Until my parents picked me up from the hospital and brought me home.
And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, یا in the movie, Something that could... set her off, آپ know? I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much.
It's funny how fast things can change - Isn't
Tell me what آپ think!
My mother says آپ can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..
آپ know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..
How long have I known her? Well ,I've known her for a couple years - But it seems like a lifetime now..
I met her freshman year, in Introduction to British Literature. I was scared - I mean who isn't on their first دن of highschool? I remember Walking into the classroom for the first time. I had to find somewhere to sit - then I spotted her. She was smaller then everyone else - یا at least she seemed that way.
She was self reserved - Very quiet. Whilist the other kids were throwing paper airplanes and talking about the new transition, she sat quietly writing away in her little notebook. She seemed sad, almost.
I remember sitting اگلے to her. I knew she was different But then she smiled at me and کہا hi ,then it was an instant friendship. We both understood each other, We made eachother laugh. She was... bitter, and cynical, but still, really nice... I knew she had depression... but... it was weird. We had fun together, آپ know? I never really made sense of that.
Heh, That night? She didn't seem different , she seemed normal. Not happy, exactly. But... like her Usual self.
That night - The night she.. Her parents were out of town for the weekend so we saw a play - She was laughing. i was proud of her, She hadn't laughed in so long.. And then afterwords we went to a midnight movie. She seemed fine , even happier then usual. I thought things might've been getting better...
After that ? I dropped her off at about a quarter to two. As she left, and she کہا goodbye - Her voice shook. She kept saying that she was sorry, and how much I meant to her. I should have asked her to come over. یا at least asked her if she wanted me to stay, But this was normal - She had always felt like her mood brought me down. It didn't seem off..
I remember driving off, I watched her walk solemly into her ہوم in my rearview mirror. And as she started to fade from my site, my stomach twisted. It felt like someone had stabbed me over and over again. I had never had this type of anxiety before, I thought maybe I was just tired, So I sped up.
Halfway ہوم my cellphone rang, Usualy I would ignore it while im driving, but It was her. I put it on speaker and before I could say A word I heard her voice, She begged and pleaded for me to forgive her, She wouldn't tell me why.. She told me to tell her parents how much she loved them and then the phone cut off.
I tried calling her back, But she wouldn't pick up. Quickly, I turned the car around and sped back to her home. Her words kept playing again and again in my head, Haunting me. Somthing wasn't right - I was scared.
Her door was unlocked when I got there - I called for her, but she hadn't responded.My دل started to beat uncontrollably. I called for her again, and then silence.
I think subconciously, I knew what she had done. But I didn't want to beilive it. I regret the decision that led me to keep looking for her - I ran up to her room, and what I saw was an Image i don't think will ever leave my mind.
I don't remember when I dialed 911 - I just remember crying and crying. Until my parents picked me up from the hospital and brought me home.
And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, یا in the movie, Something that could... set her off, آپ know? I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much.
It's funny how fast things can change - Isn't
Here is my life and of course about me.
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I love to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.
I love cute clothes and flashy things.
I LOVE to make friends. Online دوستوں exspecially!!!
I love to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank آپ for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If آپ become a پرستار of it, I'll remember to thank you!
p.s If آپ have anything in common with me, یا any questions, please تبصرہ below!
Thanx again!
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I love to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.
I love cute clothes and flashy things.
I LOVE to make friends. Online دوستوں exspecially!!!
I love to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank آپ for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If آپ become a پرستار of it, I'll remember to thank you!
p.s If آپ have anything in common with me, یا any questions, please تبصرہ below!
Thanx again!
Writer corner:) hi everybody! i hope you'll like the plot. let me know!! thank you!!!
In the سال 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied سے طرف کی a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It کہا that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st سال four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...
In the سال 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied سے طرف کی a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It کہا that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st سال four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...