Monologue

By Kimberly, Stage 5

Art Write Light 2021 is a  creative writing project curated by Story Factory, in collaboration with visual artist Blak Douglas. During the program, students from Bonnyrigg High School and St Clair High School were introduced to the work of Blak Douglas, and created written and audio pieces responding to his artwork. The audio you’re about to listen to features a young writer from the program reading an extract from their work.

LISTEN TO THE AUDIO OF THE STORY

 

 

Monologue

As I opened my eyes a bright light immediately hit them. I felt lightheaded as I looked at my bloody body. My body was aching and that light was not helping. My throat was dry and sore from screaming so loud. 

I observed the dusty, dirty room. Footsteps were banging the floors from outside…

The door slightly opened and food was thrown in. As I approached the food I couldn’t bear the smell. It was like a rotting body that had been there for many, many days. It was just mashed potatoes and some smashed eggs that were not very new or clean. I mean I had to eat it, I don’t wanna starve and this is the only food in sight. I picked up the spoon and attempted to swallow the disgusting food.

I looked out the window and tried to figure out the time. Trees were covering any sign of light so that wasn’t very helpful. Outside I imagined myself running outside in the grass finally being free. Laughter broke me out of my trance. My eyes snapped towards the sound like an instinct. There were two children running around. I felt a little bit of hope that maybe they would get some help.

I cried out to them, ‘Help! Please help me!’

They just stared.

‘Please go get some help!’

Their faces curled up into a smile.

‘Help, please!’

They started laughing. Then lightning struck. I looked up then back towards where the children were. They had disappeared. Two faces pressed up against the window made me jump onto the floor. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a woman with a sickening smile spread across her face. She walked towards me with a limp. Her clothes were dirty and almost torn into pieces, her hair was in all different directions with leaves and twigs caught in it. She harshly grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the room, leaving me no time to get up.

My eyes darted to the place I knew for certain we were going. The basement. As if being told what to do, the door opened revealing a dark pathway to the horrors that were soon to come. I kicked and screamed trying to get out of her grasp. No reaction came from the lady dragging me down the stairs.

‘Let me go!’

She chuckled at me.

‘Is this funny to you?’

No reply.

‘Answer me!’

She stopped. Something grabbed my legs. I was suddenly dragged down the stairs. The thumping of the stairs disappeared. I couldn’t hear a thing. Everything slowed down. Black spots covered my vision as my whole body dropped, falling unconscious.

Waking up, I felt a cold restraint clamping my arms and legs to a chair. Something burned my eyes as I opened them. Loud noises filled my ears leaving me confused and terrified. My vision cleared up as a man walked towards me with a grin I’ll never forget.

 

Much is Rife, Blak Douglas, 2021