Animal Farm Monologue

My parents are quarreling again… It is so terrifying, even if they are just words, it seems like every word they utter gradually kills me everyday. I tell myself that I am so blessed because at least I have a friend in this forsaken farm I have lived in all my life. The only bit of joy in my life is my friend, the crow. He comes every day and I feed him. He talks to me, he is rather resourceful and tells me about things outside the farm. The only thing in the farm at all is the hefty old pump in the front yard. We do not even have any animals, even though we have a copious amount of land to spare, it was just that my parents never agreed on what animals to get so we let the subject go. Strangely the pump is on a square of cement not unduly far from my front door. I go to it when I feel muddled and pump water to get all my emotions out in the form of labor. Thereafter I have done it for good a while I feel empty inside. Is that a good thing? I don’t know, all I know is that it assists me to contain myself. “ Scraaaww do you feel that? That energy?” He said to me one day while I was pumping water and letting my feet soak to subdue my stress. “Um...no?” “That is because it’s gone; scraaaaaw,” he exclaimed as he twitched his head back and forth.

Though this time it was different, it wasn’t like the ordinary fights they had everyday this time there was punching and kicking. I ran up to my father as he started to grasp a kitchen knife; I yelled at him to stop but it seemed that he could not hear my wailing and sobbing. He roughly thrust me out of the way and I collapsed, hitting my head on the hardwood floor. In the corner of my line of vision I saw the knife fly. At that moment everything went jet black. When I awoke the crow was standing on my arm, with his barbed claws digging into my soft