![]() Dressed In RedA Stage Play by SarahV![]() This is a monologue I wrote a couple of months ago. It's one teenage girl's gruesome confession.![]() Dressed In Red Pause She deserved it! Pause No one understands how much she irritated me. No, no one
could even begin to understand. “Bethany the big nosed b***h!” she’d repeat.
Over and over and over again. So no one should blame me for what I’ve done, it
was only the rational thing to do. I’m not, nor was I ever insane. But it wasn’t always like that. Believe it or not, Charlotte
and I were once quite close. We’d grab a cab after practice and go shopping at the local
mall. Visit our favourite designer shops, trying on ball gowns, giddy with
excitement about Homecoming. I remember now, just a year ago I tried on that red dress, “Red isn’t your colour,
honey. Try this blue one” she said, “Well I like this one a lot actually”, I
said, “Bethany, I’m doing you a favour hun, can’t you see? I’m saving you from
the embarrassment of public humiliation, trust me you’ll look beautiful in blue,”
she said, “Oh ok” I said. I trusted her words like they were written in the Bible.
I mean who didn’t listen to Charlotte? Obviously I could never afford a dress
like that. Charlotte could. Of course she
could.
Well she definitely wore red in the end, I can tell you
that.
Charlotte could break anyone she wanted. Everyone grovelled
at her feet, even me. And that’s when
she would take control of you, a skilful puppet master with a thousand strings
to pull. I subconsciously let her manipulate me. “Carry my bag Beth I’m no way as strong as
you” or “Be a sweet heart and buy me lunch” she’d say and off I’d obediently
go. Ugh the shame of it!
Worse events followed, only to feed Charlotte’s sick sense
of humour. Like the time after practice in the changing room showers. I looked
up to find my towel was missing from the top of the cubicle. Peering round the
door I found my bag and clothes were also missing. Before I had time to make it
to the pile of the towels at the other side of the room a class wandered in to
find me: exposed. An echo of laughter filled the room. Charlottes was the
loudest laugh of all. There was nothing left to take, my dignity was long gone. I
had to take something of hers; I’d be insane if I didn’t! Bethany holding a
teddy bear stood looking out the window. She had to be stopped. I was ready to end the war. It wasn’t hard to plan; I’d spent years being dragged along
by her so I knew her routines inside out. Every Thursday night Charlotte would
walk home from her boyfriend’s house to get home for 10:30 PM prompt. It was
perfect, the moment she took the short cut down the alley I’d strike. Charlotte was oblivious to me behind her. Little did she
know but I was holding the knife that would take her life. I wasn’t stupid.
Insane people are stupid. I wasn’t going to follow movie conventions and give
the b***h time to escape by explaining what I was about to do. Stealthily " oh
so stealthily I snuck up behind her whilst my hand covered her mouth. Slice. No
questions just a clean cut to the neck.
Glorious warm blood oozed between my fingers weaving its way up my arm.
Ha! There she lay defeated in my victorious hands. Charlotte was right.
Red really did suit her. Bethany’s body starts
to shake as she smiles. They made my life a nightmare but now I’m something that
will give them nightmares.
Her frozen face was a pictured image I’d happily hang on my
wall. I’ve never seen anyone so terrified and to be the person inflicting that,
well it gave me an immense satisfaction. I took a few moments to admire my work
like a true artist. Within seconds the light had left her body and her soul was
left to rot eternally in hell. I was set free, so was everyone else. Who would
have thought me, a hero!
This happened last night and I’ve still got such a buzz.
Killing is the kick I’ve needed all my life. I’m not insane, I did everyone a
favour, got rid of a pain to society. Think of it as taking out the trash. See
it’s not a bad thing. It was a good deed. I’ve already heard it on the news this morning “High School
Girl Brutally Murdered” it said. I know they’ll search for the killer. But why
would anyone suspect me? I was only one of the thousand victims which Charlotte
tortured. If they do however find out it was me then there’s no need
to worry, Bethany, you’ll be ready, just like you were for Charlotte…
© 2014 SarahVAuthor's Note
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Added on June 4, 2013Last Updated on February 14, 2014 Tags: thriller, horror, killer, confession, gore, psycological Author![]() SarahVUnited KingdomAboutI'm an aspiring writer whose thoughts are literally all over the place! I am interested in creative writing and hope to become more experienced in it. I'm 17 years of age and I'm currently studying A.. more..Writing
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