Abigail Monologue

Abigail sat still and quiet, hoping she would go unnoticed before falling victim like the others had. It was judgment day all over again and it had only been a week since the last. Each rock of her body drew eyes to her careless movements and Abigail's inmates eye’s screamed at her to stop. If she continued to act out, she’d be chosen as the next meal, the next victim.

The desire to escape brewed within her stomach. The pot was stirred with each plea from the current target, making Abigail's insides flip and let out a low growl. She could tell that his cry for acceptance was coming to an end as his argument grew with passion. Abigail let her head wander around the room, scanning it for the location of the predator. It wasn’t a challenge for
The sweet and gentle tone was singing its tune again, luring in its prey to enter it’s trap. The whimpers and pants exited her mouth, rushing to escape and leave. She wish she could do the same. Abigails anxiety and intelligence fought a battle to overpower her mind and take control of her thoughts. Plans of how to escape overruled what Abigail should have been focusing on. Her speech. Her one chance to prove how much more worthy she is than the rest of the pack. Maybe she could curl up into a cocoon or use her little paws to bury her way out of
Swallowing the salty bile back down, she cautiously uncrossed her legs and unwillingly rose. The podium was in eyesight, but so was her freedom. Pushing her way through the crowds she could she the pure happiness jumping off the others, feeling less victimised as ever. Each step she took she became closer to her death, or was it her escape, she hadn’t decided yet. The others began to snicker as they could smell Abigail's fear radiating off each slow, agonizing drag of her feet. Swaying her body between the door and the stage she made her decision.

Her legs powered towards the exit, diving between obstacles and jumping over the innocent. Screams and cheers of encouragement pushed her further as she leaped for the handle and blocked out the cries of the predator. She couldn’t let one escape, it was in her nature not to. As Abigail grabbed the handle she realised the mistake she had made. Twisting and pulling did no justice, it wouldn’t budge. Defeat was the new substance which spread through her veins, slowly taking over her body and the weight of it dragged her down to the ripped carpet. No tears, no