Sibyl's Monologue

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Sibyl lay cold and defeated on the floor, where Dorian had abandoned her. The room was utterly silent, with only the harsh and unforgiving sound of the wind outside; the curtains of the windows pulled across, which heightened the sense of eeriness within the room as the wind pushed on them, causing them to ripple, similar to a flag in a breeze, inducing the faint light from the outside to flicker. Sibyl imagined what life would give to her if she was to be with her Prince Charming; the utmost joyfulness it would grant. However, she had been released from Dorian’s grip.
She slowly, tentatively rose from her knees, moping, unsure what to proceed with next. She looked downwards in despair. ‘You were right Jim. He doesn’t love me. But why would he? I am no use for him.’ …show more content…

She looked at herself through her cracked, old and brown wooden mirror. It looked as though someone had struck it with their fist as her reflection was partially obscured by the slightly dented glass. She pondered for a moment, and then looked down. ‘Dorian, my Prince Charming, my one and only, left me because I chose love instead of art. Is it my fault because of this? I realise now he only loved me because of my talent, not for who I am. I’m not that incompetent. This means I should be the one who is angry, not him.’ Dorian’s betrayal resembles Jason’s betrayal of Medea. She perused her small, ageing, rickety desk, which was destined to fall apart any moment, struggling to locate her cloth to remove her powdery, cheap, white makeup. She searched through the drawers which creaked loudly as she pulled aggressively on them. ‘Where is the putrid thing!’, Sibyl violently exclaimed. She surely couldn’t be so aggravated over her misplaced cloth. She reached below her desk, where her immense collection of shoes lay. There were slippers, tap shoes and leather shoes, all used for acting

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