Just thought I'd share this.

This is a monologue I had to write a while ago for a GCSE student to perform. I just thought I'd post it here to see what you guys think

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I love you. Those words that I’ve been so scared to say these last few weeks – fearing they signalled the end – suddenly seem more urgent than ever, now we might be parting.

Looking down at you now; unconscious, your breathing slow, I think. Things I know I shouldn’t. We’ve been through so much together, ever since this war started. It hasn’t been easy, oh no! But, against all odds, we made it. Somehow. And now, I’m scared. More than ever. And not just at the fact you might not wake up, but at my thoughts.

They call it a world war – I see why now. It feels like my whole world is crashing down around me. Curse the soldier who blew a hole straight through you. Curse that man – if he can be called a man – for doing this to you, and to me.

If you were somehow standing next to me, looking at your bruised and battered body, I know what you’d say. I can practically hear your voice now, that deep tone whispering in my ear: “Forget about me. Have a normal life; don’t worry about me. Go back to your pre-war life.” And, to tell the truth, I want to. Forget all of this ever happened, erase all the bad memories. But that’s what I’m scared of. Forgetting you.

You’re whispering to me again. “Go meet new people. Find your tall, dark, handsome stranger. Live like a queen.” But when I hear that, I immediately feel guilty. For I know that’s not you. That’s my own mind taking over. Dreaming of the simple life I always wanted, but had been taken away from me. This is why I’m scared. Scared of my mind, prompting me to forget and take the easy way out.

You wrote a letter to me once. Well, you wrote many times, but this is the letter that I remember the most. You told me you would take a thousand bullets, just to save me. How can I leave you, how can I forget someone like you? After all you’ve done for me, and for the war.

When you write to me, I feel like I see inside your mind – a wonderfully simple place, an escape. You don’t understand what you’re doing sometimes. Taking lives with reckless abandon, all for the good of England. But, overtime, I saw you come to your senses. Your fellow soldiers too. We are all only human, you wrote. Why do we feel we have the right to end people’s lives?

It wasn’t like you instantly came to your senses. I felt your pain as you struggled to stay patriotic. But your better side won after all. I was overjoyed that your natural caring side came through. Because that is who you are. My lovely caring husband. And I simply can’t forget you.

I love you…

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I wrote it a while ago. My writing is a bit better now (I think)

Comments?

I like it ! =D

From what I remember, your writing has improved a lot.

I'd say I really like the world war reference best because it caught me off guard, yet flowed smoothly with the rest of the paragraphs.

I'm not much for criticizing people, but I like it, that's for sure.