Roy Monologue
“Mary!”
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Blood splashes on my face.
“STOP!” Roy shouts back, wiping a tear away and attempting to sweep the filthy red vital fluid off my face.
He then encircles my waist with his two long arms. I hear a hiss that my brain decides to ignore. Hot lips touch my neck, living an inappropriate and ridiculous trail of light kisses on my flesh. The warmth is suffocating, but I keep whacking. Until I'm pulled away from the corpse, sucked into a very cold monochrome vortex.
I fall flat on my ass, my gory hands deprived of any weapon to hold on to. Slowly my eyelids close by themselves. I don't even try to fight the dizziness.
After what felt like two seconds, I'm bombarded by Roy's voice. Again.
I let a long warlike whine out. …show more content…
A child wouldn't have killed the fucker that raped her sister!” I yell. She sighs. Roy gasps.
“There you go. Always over dramatizing things as always.” She scowls in total denial.
“What?! You told me!” I frown with tears of rage in my eyes. “And what was I supposed to do, huh? Just let it go?”
“Yeah, well. Maybe! At least I wouldn't have to clean behind you AGAIN,” My heart stops. “Now go pick my fucking shovel up and take one for you, we have a hole to dig!” She spits with the same intensity she had when we were young. When she used to protect me from our older brother, who was fond of punching and kicking me. Never knew why. Never understood either.
The entire time we, three, dig, I do my best not to cry but it just won't stop. It is overflowing on my cheeks. I refuse Roy's embrace multiple times, as I know it will make my sister mad. It would just slow us down. It would slow her down.
When Roy and I return to the house, our house, he refused her entry. I do not catch the rest of their conversation even though their voices keep rising. I go downstairs to kneel in the middle of the blood-soaked basement.
With desolation in my heart and ignominy grinding my soul, and after all I did, I pray that one day I'll finally be seen as something more than just a little, very little
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Blood splashes on my face.
“STOP!” Roy shouts back, wiping a tear away and attempting to sweep the filthy red vital fluid off my face.
He then encircles my waist with his two long arms. I hear a hiss that my brain decides to ignore. Hot lips touch my neck, living an inappropriate and ridiculous trail of light kisses on my flesh. The warmth is suffocating, but I keep whacking. Until I'm pulled away from the corpse, sucked into a very cold monochrome vortex.
I fall flat on my ass, my gory hands deprived of any weapon to hold on to. Slowly my eyelids close by themselves. I don't even try to fight the dizziness.
After what felt like two seconds, I'm bombarded by Roy's voice. Again.
I let a long warlike whine out. …show more content…
A child wouldn't have killed the fucker that raped her sister!” I yell. She sighs. Roy gasps.
“There you go. Always over dramatizing things as always.” She scowls in total denial.
“What?! You told me!” I frown with tears of rage in my eyes. “And what was I supposed to do, huh? Just let it go?”
“Yeah, well. Maybe! At least I wouldn't have to clean behind you AGAIN,” My heart stops. “Now go pick my fucking shovel up and take one for you, we have a hole to dig!” She spits with the same intensity she had when we were young. When she used to protect me from our older brother, who was fond of punching and kicking me. Never knew why. Never understood either.
The entire time we, three, dig, I do my best not to cry but it just won't stop. It is overflowing on my cheeks. I refuse Roy's embrace multiple times, as I know it will make my sister mad. It would just slow us down. It would slow her down.
When Roy and I return to the house, our house, he refused her entry. I do not catch the rest of their conversation even though their voices keep rising. I go downstairs to kneel in the middle of the blood-soaked basement.
With desolation in my heart and ignominy grinding my soul, and after all I did, I pray that one day I'll finally be seen as something more than just a little, very little