Paranoia Monologue

Paranoia

Hi. I’m Lana. I’m here to tell you the shudder-some way I was murdered at 15 by someone I thought I knew. The messed up thing is: they killed my mother too.

I woke up on a gorgeous day in LA like any other. First things first, I sluggishly dragged myself to School. I finished being in the prison at 3 pm and went home as usual. I got home and this is where things started to seem...fishy. My dinner was already on the table despite me typically having it at around six. My dad said, “Eat up.” I wondered what was going on. My brain didn't compute. My question was answered as if he was reading my mind. “I came home early from work, enjoy it!” He smiled sweetly. Until it felt forced and bitter. I was starting to feel weird. Do you know that feeling where you think something is off, and you get a churning in your stomach? I was getting it at that moment. I said, “I’m not hungry. I had lunch at school an hour ago.” Unsurprisingly, I lied. I lost my appetite due to his unconventional behaviour. He said, “Your loss.” and shrugged, withdrawing from the kitchen.

A voice in the back of my head was telling me, “Something is NOT right.” Just before I dozed off, I was greeted by my mother, looking troubled. She whispered, “I want to let you know I love you so so so much. I’ll miss you. Goodbye, Lana.” And before knowing it, everything went black. I woke up to the smell of billowing smoke. Flickering flames. It was eating all of my belongings. My precious teddy, TV, and my phone. I soon realised that I needed to escape. I smash the window and grab as much as I can before leaving. I thought it was too risky, but my brain got the better of me and told me to do it. I was about to risk it and jump until something dragged me