Author's note: This is a monologue taken from the point of view from Helena from A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakespeare, just after she argues with Demetrius when they enter the forest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Helena or Demetrius. Duh!
Act 2, Scene One
HELENA:
As I watched him storm off into the forest, I felt my last lingering desperation snap and hit me in the face.
(sighs)
The same hand he thrust at me in dismissal was the same oe that used to stroke my cheek. The same mouth that screamed abuse at me was the same he kissed me with. Why? Why? Why do circumstances change so unfavourable? Why does fate circle me like a vulture? Why cannot I be the pursued and not the pursuer?
(pauses, trying not to cry)
I wish for him to look at me, look into my heart and be thrown back from the love I feel for him. The impact of his fall shall make him realise, understand. But when he sees me the darkened veil over his eyes shields him away from temptation, from failure. From me. Demetrius, the name I utter in comfort during hte most turbulent of nightmares, is my elixir, my drunken spell, my downfall, my blood, my life, my death. I am to him like a blowfly to soft young skin. It is not a woman's place to say this, but he has made me believe that men can by handsome or charming but only some can be truly beautiful.
(looks wistfully into the distance)
Beautiful not like a tender flower but like the sun as it rises in the morning, continuing life. But I am not beautiful. I have no likeness to nature, to tastes, to senses. It is Hermia that is the day receiving the sun. His power over me can be used to his advantage or my peril. Though, his hurtful words call me to follow, to reach through his anger and take his heart. For I am empty inside without mine.
Thankyou for reading. I wrote this for English, as we are studying A Midsummer Night's Dream. I really like this play and Helena's character. Please review.