The following is a short creative writing project for one of my English classes. The directions were to write a first-person narrative of someone descending into madness.
I Will Find Her
Today I will find the truth to where she is hidden. That beautiful diamond, that glorious beacon of hope, that wretched chameleon of comfort who was once mine. In distress I seek for her. From a safe distance, she watches, she laughs in my misery. Through the narrow door of luck, she escapes my clutches again, and yet still more… again.
Tonight, tonight her discovery will be made. I will find her. And if not, if the eve is ended with defeat once more, then the plague of her memory will continue to reside incessantly in my brain. And the search will become a hunt, no a crusade! I will find what was once mine; I will find what belongs to me. (more…)