Slave Monologue

Gone Bam! Bam! Bam! My body shook with fear as I watched my parents fall to the hard concrete outside our house. The blood flowed from the bullet wounds onto the ground. I had been hiding behind the long curtain by the window. Tears burned my eyes, and it was so hard not to scream. I knew if I did, he would find me, but I had just watched my parents be murdered right in front of me. Right on our long driveway leading up to our brand new house. My parents had been outside unloading the groceries from the SUV when the man came into our yard. I was in the living room watching TV. When I heard the commotion, I turned around and glanced out the wall-sized window. The man told my parents to give them everything.
He said, “Give me the money,

He let go of my wrist and I twirled around, facing him. Now, instead of feeling anger and resentment, I was terrified. I knew what this man was capable of. “Wh-what do you want with me?” I asked shakily. He stared at me. His cold eyes seeming to look into my soul. We stood in that shed for what seemed like forever. He seemed to be debating whether or not to tell me, but then he opened his mouth. “You will be sold as a slave.” My heart dropped along with my jaw. Tears formed a puddle on my waterline. I thought I saw his eyes flicker. There was something in them for just a second that wasn’t complete rage. I saw emotion in them. I thought I saw pain, or remorse. For that short second, he looked like a normal person. It almost seemed like he had a memory that caused him pain to remember, but he shook it off. His eyes became stones once again. No emotion to be found.
The man grabbed my wrist, but with a little more give than the last time. He pulled me out of the shed and into a large backyard. The grass was bright green. A brand new wood fence surrounded the house. It was too tall for me to see over. The backyard was empty except for a few sprinklers. He pulled me through the grass and through a sliding glass door . He let go of my wrist, shut the door, locked it, and pulled the curtain over it. He turned around and looked at me. He studied me. He looked at my ratty, dirty, blonde hair and my slim