[Dark stage, soft light on a girl with shoulders slouched and head bent. The light becomes brighter and the girl jerks her head up as if awakening from a sudden trance.]1
Did I ever tell you I am afraid of the dark? 2
When I was a child, I used to think this evil darkness would smother me one day. I was just waiting, anticipating with a frightened heart for the soporific doom to descend upon me like thick mist. 3
My friends teased me about my phobia. My family didn’t even care. I had to tell them about this when they asked me why I never used dark colors in my paintings. I used to draw pictures and splash them with bright colors; red, yellow, orange, but never black or gray. I wanted to become a painter. My friends laughed at me saying people who paint tree trunks red or orange instead of brown can never become painters. But, I believed I was a true artist at heart…I believed I could fly, I believed I could soar high and reach my dreams…but, I had to fall….4
It was that night………5
[Creates the scene around her. She is returning from a party with friends. It is dark and misty.]6
We were returning from the party in our block. It was dark and scary. The mist was so thick that we couldn’t see properly. My friends didn’t care. They were talking about the great party.7
“It is dark,” I murmured8
My friends laughed, “Yeah, and sooooo scary”9
I walked faster. 10
They started making eerie sounds and scaring me, “The Ghost of Dark will catch you”11
I could feel my hands becoming sweaty in spite of the cold. My breathing became fast and I closed my eyes. The darkness scared me. My head hurt. I fell…I fell into my pitch black phobia…12
After that…I don’t know what happened. I heard Mom’s anxious voice. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was darkness. The darkness, that haunted me all this while. I screamed, I cried, for all I saw was darkness and it scared me. The doctors said darkness was to be my destiny. I cried, “No, no not me, please not me.” A mental trauma, a phobia had made the darkness my destiny, they said. I screamed, I cried, for all I saw was darkness and it scared me.13
Darkness is all I see. I am scared of it. But, worse, I am not loved, I am pitied for it. I want care, but all I am given is sympathy. Darkness I am scared of but darkness is all I can see.14
Did I ever tell you I am afraid of the dark?15
Did I ever tell you I am afraid of the dark? 2
When I was a child, I used to think this evil darkness would smother me one day. I was just waiting, anticipating with a frightened heart for the soporific doom to descend upon me like thick mist. 3
My friends teased me about my phobia. My family didn’t even care. I had to tell them about this when they asked me why I never used dark colors in my paintings. I used to draw pictures and splash them with bright colors; red, yellow, orange, but never black or gray. I wanted to become a painter. My friends laughed at me saying people who paint tree trunks red or orange instead of brown can never become painters. But, I believed I was a true artist at heart…I believed I could fly, I believed I could soar high and reach my dreams…but, I had to fall….4
It was that night………5
[Creates the scene around her. She is returning from a party with friends. It is dark and misty.]6
We were returning from the party in our block. It was dark and scary. The mist was so thick that we couldn’t see properly. My friends didn’t care. They were talking about the great party.7
“It is dark,” I murmured8
My friends laughed, “Yeah, and sooooo scary”9
I walked faster. 10
They started making eerie sounds and scaring me, “The Ghost of Dark will catch you”11
I could feel my hands becoming sweaty in spite of the cold. My breathing became fast and I closed my eyes. The darkness scared me. My head hurt. I fell…I fell into my pitch black phobia…12
After that…I don’t know what happened. I heard Mom’s anxious voice. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was darkness. The darkness, that haunted me all this while. I screamed, I cried, for all I saw was darkness and it scared me. The doctors said darkness was to be my destiny. I cried, “No, no not me, please not me.” A mental trauma, a phobia had made the darkness my destiny, they said. I screamed, I cried, for all I saw was darkness and it scared me.13
Darkness is all I see. I am scared of it. But, worse, I am not loved, I am pitied for it. I want care, but all I am given is sympathy. Darkness I am scared of but darkness is all I can see.14
Did I ever tell you I am afraid of the dark?15
Author notes
I am writing a group of monologues, titled "Did I ever tell you I am afraid of the dark?" starting and ending with the same line, emphasising on darkness, and the different ways it can be interpreted in. I will posting all the monologues out here, but it may take time...keep reading...and do comment.
What did you think? Please comment!
Comments
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AWESOME!!!!
Good God, this is awesome dialogue; pulls the reader in and gets them involved with their own fears. Excellent!!!!!!!
My fear? Storms. Oh, and closed in. Tight. Spaces. Claustrophobic as hell. LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. -
i think bright red tree trunks are awesome as they are not so mundane and show flare!!!! i afraid of the dark also so i can relate. good reading here. viyanna r langager
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I loved it once again... I think my favorite part was all the colors and how she wanted to become an artist. On to reading monologue 2
Best of wishes...
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Wow, this is a great monologue which I loved reading
Keep writing, this was a fantastic monologue, so gripping
Thanks for commenting on my monologue and for running that contest- it was very inspirational
All the best,
Pozo
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Superb....
sad, poignant and well written....
Captures you and doesnt let you go until youve finished the story... You are involved with the girls feelings, and though she hates being pitied, you pity her and feel guilty because you know it is exactly what she doesnt want....
My favourite lines were:
"The darkness, that haunted me all this while. I screamed, I cried, for all I saw was darkness and it scared me."
Brings a reality to her being afraid that the monsterous dark would capture her....
Keep writing,
Keep it up,
God bless. -
I totally agree with everything FallenLeaves said. This was awesome Ankita DG!! I love it! I'm off to read part two now. Keep up the AWESOME work. Kisses~!! Shanz
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The dark.. never could stand it myself, as it closes up on me and strangles the air with it's lack of light. This did kinda remind me of why I'm always panicking once the lights go out.
Absolutely chilling, the fear is so clear in it that it spreads onto the reader and mkaes one's hart begin thumping.
This was a great read, and I do hope many read this, becasue this is certainly a piece with quality in it.
The ending really pulled a cord in my heart, as it goes; with how people are indeed pittied about their fears, and how their fears are not fearsome enough for others.
Now this deserves an applause. Thanks for having this here on the site, so that I hac a chance to read it.
Well, I'm of to monologue #2 now, can hardly wait.
FallenLeaves
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