This is a conversation between a rape victom and a psychiatrist. I originally wrote this as a monologue for my drama final. That is why half fo it is dialogue. I wanted to leave the back story up for interpretation. I know what I had in mind when I wrote it but I want to know what others see in it.

The Darkness

The young girl shyly poked her head around the door. She was told to "come on in" by the nice looking man in a dark green suit. She did so, crossed the rather small office, and took the seat across from him. She seemed very nerves in her manner. It was to be expected though. After all she was adamantly apposed to seeing a psychiatrist, but her brother had insisted. She kept her eyes averted, looking anywhere but at the man sitting in front of her. She was a very small, delicate looking girl with long black hair and pale skin. If it weren't for the heavy make-up and the quiet provocative clothing she would look just like a doll. This was not the most advantageous feature to have when living on the streets. He assumed that was why she tried so hard to obscure her soft looks with the thick, very Goth style make-up.

After about five minuets of silence she spoke.

"So how's this supposed to work? I just start talking." The man nodded his head in the affirmative.
Suddenly see looked and stared him straight in the eye. Her eyes were captivating. They were beautiful crystal blue like beep pools of clear water. He could see a great sadness in those depths, but a great anger as well. She started to speak again; her voice was much stronger this time.

"Tell me, have you ever feared the dark?

Not the childish fear of monster lurking in the shadows. No, no that's not fear.

Have you ever felt that itch in the back of your mind and you just know that there is something in the blackness. That's not fear.

I'm talking about real fear. Fear of the darkness it self. Fear that clouds your mind like a drug.

Fear that comes from being in the dark so long that it starts to leech into your very soul.

So long, it starts to become a part of you.

All your screams, your cries, and your pleas for help are lost in that black abyss of nothingness that is the dark.

Fear that makes you hang on to any fraction of light you can find so strongly that it feels like, if the light dies, you will die as well.

I always thought fear of the dark was for the weak, for little children. Then the darkness touched me.

Man was never meant to be in absolute darkness. It changes you.

You can remove the person for the darkness, but can you remove the darkness from the person?"

Suddenly we've become less than human. Trash.

We are used and thrown away.

They despise us those people with their perfect lives who go around with their noses in the air. They push us way, they avoid us. Because they are afraid. Afraid to look into the darkness. Afraid to see how it twists and misshapes us. They are blind to our pain.

Yet they can dare blame us, for getting lock in this waking nightmare.

They tell us it is our fault. Tel us. 'If you didn't dress like that' or 'if you didn't go out at night.' If you hadn't been alone.

We are given no comfort, no solace, nothing to help us up after the fall.

We try to ease the pain ourselves. But all we do is fall deeper into that black abyss.

We willingly go into the darkness to escape the dark.

Next thing we know we are shackled and can't find a way out.

We are so far gone we can't even see the light any more.

I never feared the dark before. Then the darkness touched me. It changed me.

They have taken us out of the darkness, but they can never take the darkness out of me.

I will drown in it."