Hi! I decided to roll all my monologues together into one fic since they're in the same style. So that's the reason for the shortening of the title. The song is 'Cling and Clatter' by Lifehouse.

Behind A Mask: No I don't mind constructive criticims, I really wanted it for this fic, but I purposely used short simple sentences because on the sheet my teacher gave me, that was part of the criteria I had to cover. :) I thought your 2 poems were very good and thanks a bunch for reviewing!

Emily M. Hanson: Thank you, I'm glad I'm ok too. What are you talking about it'd be nice if there was a real life Spidey? There is a real life Spidey I tell ya! ;)

LordLanceahlot: It was scary but exciting and thanks for reviewing! :)

Moonjava: No problemo, and thanks so much! :)

Spyder616: First person is harder than third, it was a nice change from the usual though. That incident with the guy with the gun is shocking- especially in England! I'm glad you're ok and don't worry I'll post the Harry monologue the chapter after this one but the MJ one won't be too last 'cause I want to end this fic on a happy note. :)

betty brant: Aww thank you! I don't like songfics either but here I am, writing one. I don't really know why, but I added the lyrics 'cause they seemed to fit. It's fine about the C2 thing, after all only the best Peter/MJ fics go in there! :) The MJ one should be up fairly soon, but I'm putting it up last 'cause I want to end on a happy note.

C.D Anders: Thanks, I hope you like this one! :) (you better or else!) (PS: only kidding!)

Jenn: Thanks and thanks again- it's nice to be cared about! :)

Thanks to all my reviewers! Here's Otto, please read and review! :D

The True Feelings of an Freak With Too Many Arms

Too many voices

It won't take long

Which one's right and which one's wrong?

Yours is most likely to be misunderstood

I miss you, Rosie.

I miss waking up to a perfectly normal day.

I miss not having five voices in my head instead of one.

I miss a lot of things, but I know missing them won't bring them back no matter how many tears are shed.

Screaming in tongues on the top of my lungs

'Til I find you 'til you found me

Somehow I always knew that you would

What happened has happened and there's nothing I can do about it. I know that. I don't want to live in the past anymore. I never used to. I used to live in the future, the future I'd carved for myself and mankind in my mind's eye. I used to go to bed with a satisfied smile on my lips that comes from achieving something, and wake up with a hopeful smile telling of the things I planned to achieve that day. Like I said, a lot of things change, and here I am, living in the past again.

And I am contemplating matters

All this cling and clatter in my head

And what you said is ringing, ringing faster

And it's all good

If you would stop the world from making sense

And if I could just realise it doesn't really matter

Still, that's the only place I can live peacefully. I'm happy there, with Rosie on my right and my life's work on my left. I can't exactly live in the future now that there is no future for me, and the present isn't much better. I'm treated with hate, outrage, like a criminal. And rightly so, I suppose. After all I am guilty as charged so to speak; there's no point denying what I've done. To do that would be outright blatant lying, and I am anything but a liar. I take the blame for what I should, but I will not be charged with breaking the 9th commandment as well as the 3rd, 6th and 8th.

If I could touch the sound of silence now

You know I would if I knew how

To make these intentions come around

I've always been an honest man. The straightforward, direct kind. Some might call it blunt but I prefer to know the facts as they are. I treat people how I like to be treated. If I was dying I'd like to know straight away, thank you very much, no beating around the bush, and that way I'd have a good five more minutes to do something useful with my life before I go six feet under.

I'm hearing without listening

And believing every word you are not saying

Speaking without a sound

Life's too short to waste. Too precious, a gift that can easily be taken back if He should please it. I realise that now. I never truly knew the fragility of the human life until Rosie died. Now I'm far too familiar with the sting of loss than I'm comfortable with.

Trapped inside of these four walls

Walking brainless muppet dolls

Mushroom face beneath the tangles

Bleeding silhouette inside

Dancing like an angel would

I've succeeded in blocking out the other four voices for 13 minutes and 27 seconds now. That's a new record. I can feel them pressing at the sides of my mind, a constant nagging that's similar to the feeling you get when you know you've forgotten something, but you don't know what. I can feel their bodies curling tranquilly behind me, moving my trench coat. They're calm, for now.

And it's all good

If you would stop the world from making sense

And if I could just realise it doesn't really matter

Does it really matter?

Does it really matter?

All this cling and clatter

I have to grasp moments like these while they're in my reach, before it's too late and I'm no longer in control. I'm a prisoner in my own mind, a slave to my own creation.

Even now I know they're stirring, growing stronger, getting ready to overpower me.

That's why I'm writing this journal in the fleeting moments of sanity I can grasp, in the perhaps foolish hope that one day when I'm dead and gone, people will know the truth.

I'm not a cold-blooded killer. I'm just an ordinary man who was too intelligent for his own good.

Goodbye, my sweet Rosie.

The Ten Commandments

One: Thou shalt have no other gods before me.

Two: Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.

Three: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.

Four: Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.

Five: Honour thy father and thy mother.

Six: Thou shalt not kill.

Seven: Thou shalt not commit adultery.

Eight: Thou shalt not steal.

Nine: Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.

Ten: Thou shalt not covet any thing that is thy neighbour's.

Fin

I've written and handed in the monologue for my GCSE coursework, now I've just got to sit here and nervously cross my fingers whilst hopefully reading some nice reviews telling me I'll pass! Lol, that's just my fancy way of saying please review! ;)