Dramatic Monologue

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PROLOGUE

“I hear muffled footsteps coming toward me.
Panic races through me.
Between heartbeats, I hear him
His evil hushed voice calling for me.

Silence.
I hold my breath!
The flash of the bright lights, blinds my vision.
A click, and another bright flash.
Shots of pain tear into my head, taking all thoughts away.
The light rips through me
“No!” I cry with a pleading sob.
My skin begins to crawl
I cover my eyes.
1,2,3,4,5
Memories explode inside
6,7,8,9,10
Realization comes crashing into me with sheer terror
1,2,3,4,5
A shaking sob burst from me.
6,7,8,9
“No, no no no”
10.
The flashes stop, and the room fades to silence. My heart pounds so loudly I worry my eardrums will burst. I open my eyes, squinting against the light. A different …show more content…

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