Another Day Gone Monologue

Another Day Gone- By Jenny Bai 8-1 They were here again. They came every day for “a good time”. Who they were, I had yet to know. It started a month ago. I was stupid and depressed and I’d do anything to have a good time for once. I told a friend of mine and she told me about a late-night party. I would‘ve done anything to be happy so I made a decision that I’d regret. I knew that if I went with them, I’d never find my future, I’d never be able to carry on. But I couldn’t say no. It wasn’t an answer. They threatened me sometimes, and they were real threats. If I said no, they’d hurt me in ways unimaginable. We arrived at a dark alley. I didn’t know where we were or how we got here. “Chill,” she said. “Your happy days start

One of them saw me and whispered to a friend. Then the banging started all over again. They wouldn’t let me go. A hand pulled me in before I could ask what was going on. Suddenly, I was blinded by lights as my ears went numb from the blaring music. It seemed to be some kind of party. I could say that well over one hundred people were there, all dancing and socializing. From the back corner of the room, I heard a sudden roar of the small crowd and heard congratulations. I asked someone what was going on and they said that someone was taking shots. She said that maybe I should loosen up and take some shots

Every minute, the banging got louder and louder. It was getting to that point that I couldn’t stand it. I finally opened the door. I was nervous. The room went spinning as I hobbled to find somewhere to sit. The yelling turned into a soft drone and the music faded. I had never felt this feeling before. It made me confused. I felt calm for once, I felt like everything made sense. “You guys having fun?” I heard someone yell into a microphone. In a sort of answer, everyone yelled back with weird noises. I couldn’t stop myself from joining. This had been the best time I’d ever had. I didn’t want to lose the moment. “What did you think you could do by locking us out, huh? We got ourselves a punk here, don’t we?” said someone. “I-I-I,” I stammered, for I had nothing to say. I had learned over time that it was always better to say nothing than to say something because saying some things could get you in way worse trouble. “That’s right, my friend. You got nothing to say. Now, what’re you waiting for, huh? Let’s get out and par-tay!”another person said as the gang laughed