Hey, this is my piece for my drama exam, without the stage directions. I started composição literária it out on here as a way of learning it, then I thought, why no post it? I may as well, it's going to do no harm. :D
So here it is, its rather depressing though. So if you don't need to be depressed right now, then I suggest you don't read it. :)




[Give me a break. You’re going to go back to your friends and either forget all about us or tell a story about the hideous freak you met tonight. You don’t know me, if you did, you’d never think we’d be friends. I don’t have friends - except my brother. He thinks he has to be my friend.

Please. No one know me. No one knows the real me. I don’t deserve to be alive. Maybe I should finally tell you the whole truth. Then you could go off and be happy with your girlfriend here forever and finally leave me alone.

I did it. I set the fire. It was all my fault. The girls in my room, my roommates, I hated them. They were cruel to me. All the time. So I wanted to die. And I wanted them to die with me. But they died, and I didn’t. I heard them scream, and there was a moment when I wanted to take it all back. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I was trapped. So I had to keep listening, and now I have to live with it. I’m a monster on the outside now, too. I deserve to be alone, uncared for. I deserve to be tortured. I deserve all of it. I’m a terrible person. I’m not even a person. I wish I were dead. I wish I never existed. You should just go, both of you, and leave me here. Or maybe I should go, go somewhere to die.

Now you know the real me Michael. I kept you trapped in this tomb with me all this time, and you never knew. You never did anything to me but be nice. And I made you a prisoner here with me. I’m sorry, Michael. I’m a terrible person. I hate myself. But I’m a coward. I couldn’t tell you the truth. I couldn’t be alone. I was scared. I’m so sorry. I understand if you want to leave. You should leave.]


By Kristen Dabrowski.