She Regrets Everything
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.
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She Regrets Everything
She unlocked her phone to see the picture. She heard sobbing behind her. She turned around to see blank…a mirror. Then everything went black.
I, Y/N, am the most powerful woman in New York. I own a trillion dollar company and am the daughter of Ace.
I am Y/N, and no one knows how powerful I am.
I live with famous billionaire Tony Stark/Iron Man. I was adopted by him when I was very young. I live with all of the Avengers. I work hard for what I own. I have the power to kill anyone or everyone I want. No one wants to mess with me. I am very protective of the people I love and if someone hurts them I hurt the person back. I own everything you dream of.
I entered my house bleeding. And of course he was there leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He laughed. Of course he’s laughing.
‘Amateurs succeeded to hurt you, really? That’s embarrassing even for you love.’ He said proudly.
‘Leave me alone.’ I said quietly. I’m really not in a mood, my ribs are broken,
I can’t breathe properly, and I’m feeling like I’m gonna pass out at any moment.
‘You know, I really don’t like it that someone else is doing my job,’ he suddenly said seriously.
‘Please, not today,’ I whispered. With all the strength I have lef I try to move towards the bedroom.
He froze, his eyebrows furrowed and his playful smirk was gone. Suddenly out of nowhere my legs gave up, but instead of the cold concrete I felt two warm arms holding me tight.
‘Shh… I’ve got you,’ he said, stroking my hair behind my ear. I need you to keep your eyes open for me, love.’
I woke up to an insane pain flowing through my body. My body was covered in bandages. The last thing I remember is him…him stroking my hair. He did this? He saved me? Why- my thoughts were cut off as he entered the room.
‘How are you feeling?’ his deep voice asked but his voice was soft and full of worry. I’ve heard this side of him before.
‘I’m fine,’ I respond quietly.
‘Is it still hard to breathe?’ He asked before he sat down next to me.
‘No, my ribs just miraculously healed a few minutes ago.’ I respond playfully.
Much is Rife, Blak Douglas, 2021
Art Write Light is generously supported by the Balnaves Foundation.