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Writing Wednesday | Monolouge: Coming Clean

*Sorry for the two no posts. I am still going to be keeping to schedule as much as I can though. On Friday, there will be two posts so I hope you enjoy that.*

 This monolouge I wrote back in my high school Creative Writing class. I would like to point out that this is not exactly light-hearted as it deals with the topic of depression. I wrote this as a reflection of my own battle with depression, though the main character's situation is different to mine. I hope you all enjoy this.

Coming Clean
(Katelyn sits back against her bedroom door, razor poised over her wrist. Above her loud music, she hears her pounding on the door. She puts the razor down and pounds on the door, yelling.)
Will you two quit it! I’m trying to study!(whispers) Why does everyone start worrying so much? It’s not like I’m swallowing a bottle of pills or shooting myself. Cutting myself is a way for me to release my anger.(softly) Maybe I’m lying to myself of why I cut myself. Maybe I turned it into a way for me to hide what’s really going on in my life, something I won’t even tell my parents.
(Katelyn stares at the wall where the picture of her and her sister, Amy, hangs. It was taken when Katelyn was 5 and Amy was 15. They were both hugging and smiling.)
Amy, I don’t know what to do. You were always there for me and when I need you now more than ever, you aren’t here.(takes a deep breath) Only I know the real reason that you’re gone. You killed yourself! You waited until Mom and Dad were out at the store. But you forgot about something. You forgot about me. You forgot that you were supposed to watch me while they were out. I, your precious little sister, watched as you stabbed yourself in the kitchen. I screamed for you to stop but you wouldn’t listen. You just dropped down stone cold in the pool of your blood. Was life so bad that you had to kill yourself? What makes it even worse is that I lied for you, Amy. I told them that a burglar came into the house and killed you while I was hiding. I did that for you! I cared enough to lie to cover up the truth. Now I’m just like you were. Depressed. It has a nice ring to it. Maybe it would be better to just end it all.(Katelyn grabs the razor and holds it over her heart. All of a sudden, she drops it on the floor as she puts her head in her hands, sobbing.) What am I thinking? Mom and Dad have already lost one daughter. They wouldn’t be able to handle it if they lose another daughter. I can’t keep this up any longer or else I’ll do the same thing Amy did.(Looks up at the picture with tears in her eyes.) I’m not going to end up like you. I’m going to get help before this gets worse.(Katelyn stands up, wiping the tears from her face, and opens the door. Her parents stand with their arms raised mid-pound.) Mom. Dad. I have something very important to tell you both.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

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