Dramatic Monologue

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NOELLE'S POV I leave school and Lucian hasn't texted me or called me after Saturday. I will wait for him to text me. I don't want to insist. The next day he didn't come to school or replied my texts. I didn't see Trace or Ray either. Calm. I have to be calm this happened before maybe he just in his days. Wednesday, I push away my math books and give up. I tried to pretend Like I'm fine and cool about this but I am not. Lucian is avoiding me and I don't want this to hurt me or affect me. I bite the top of my pencil and leave the undone homework. My hair is a mess. I can barely recognize the girl in the mirror. I'm not like this. I'm not the girl that becomes obsessed. Yet I just can't stop thinking about him. What is he doing to me? The screen …show more content…

Maybe Lucian fell under deep depression again and he will push me away again, I hate when he pushes me away. How could this be so painful and sweet at the same time? Am I enjoying the pain that he is causing me? Did I fell into a hole of self-destruction? Is this like wanting to live a dream that is rather a nightmare? Why do I wonder so much? I'm a wondering mind lost in his hands? But he feels pure like a dream. Unrealistic dream of euphoria. Am I falling to a slumber of trouble? I decide to dial his number before I go crazy in my own wondering …show more content…

It's like heaven was clear without a single cloud when he smiles. Did I mention that he sounds inevitable hot when he laughs even though he doesn't do it often? Song for this part: Grow by Rae Morris I crush my head against the wall, five minutes has passed since I received his text. My curiosity wins over as I found myself unlocking my phone to see his text. My heart rises as I see his name on the screen. Lucian: Did you call me? Me: I did ccidentally Accidentally. My bad spelling gets worse when I'm texting with him. I need a shower to think about another things. The shower, a great place to over think and analyze the things that happened these days. We fell out of place without thinking it. We crossed the lines without boundaries when we almost kissed. If only I could be able to live that moment again, over and over again. It feels like an unrealistic dream that might never occur again. When he left I felt like the girl with the black umbrella needed some color over her sky, yet again I’m so stupid to think that he can be the color over my sky. I check my phone after showering. His text takes me by surprise. It's longer than I

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