An Interior Monologue

I wrote this for my comp & lit class and I wanted to share.

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Interior Monologue

As Olivia from Twelfth Night

She watched as the messenger crossed the room. She noticed that his face had a solemn expression. She also noticed that his hands very shaking rapidly and his eyes were explicably drawn to the floor. He was nervous she concluded. This did not come as a shock. After all, she was a beautiful rich women. And that made even the bravest of men shake in their boots. This scrawny, little messenger boy was certainly not the bravest man. She doubted even his ability to hold a sword and shield.  

She straitened herself to receive the message. As the young boy spoke she could feel her heart literally sinking. Suddenly she was unable to breathe. She spoke the words over and over in her head. Her beloved brother was dead. She instantly broke into tears. She cried herself to sleep for many nights after receiving the news. 

The morning of his funeral she got up, dressed herself, then some how managed to collect her emotion and arrive with out a tear in sight. Of course no one would really notice she supposed. After all, her face was hidden by a black veil. She wanted everyone in the whole world to know that she was in mourning. As they walked towards the plot the priest sang the usually burial hymns. She had heard them many times before but, this time was different. This time she was met with feelings of gloom and misery. She did not know that a heart could contain so much emotion. She thought for sure that it was going to burst. 

As the processional continued she became more and more aware of her surroundings. The crunch of the leaves under her foot. The glassy effect the dew made on the tall blades of grass. The shadows that the tall trees of the old cemetery cast. And for the first time she became aware of a sound. This sounds was familiar to her. It was the sound of wailing. Those around her were crying. 

There are no words that can accurately express her grief and sorrow as they lowered his body into the cold wet ground of the cemetery. She remembered all the lovely times she had shared with her now dead brother. But, these joyous memories were not enough to draw her out of her despair. She left feeling desolate. Her heart was full of woe.