It was the final day of my three-month contract. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, taking in my appearance one last time. I’ve taken good care of myself, making sure I don’t gain or lose any weight, or look any younger or older than I should. I smile. Perfect, if a little on the flat side. Brunette. Cute face. Small body. I’ve spent the last three months as an actress that got famous off a TV series that wrapped up last year. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you any more details. Confidentiality is a key part of the contract. Not today.
A text message arrived on my phone. The remaining balance has been deposited int
Curse of Life: A monologue of a Hope character by SirWriter, literature
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Curse of Life: A monologue of a Hope character
You once believed you're the hero of your own story, didn't you? You walked with your head raised high and took in the admiring stares of the sheep in the street. You seemed happy to be alive, and you saw your miraculous survival as a blessing. It was neither miraculous nor a blessing. You may have once whispered thanks to god before you fell asleep.
But I knew better.
I knew that what you counted as a blessing was actually a curse to the fools that idolized you.
You are no champion, you are not blessed. You never have been, neither back then nor now.
Now you know what I have always known, as you lay dying alone like the failure that you
