The Girl Who Didn't Exist: DRAMATIC VERSE WS

(In the early morning hours, Sasha emerges from her captor’s home/prison. This was several days after one of her alter-egos reared its ugly head and ended the immediate hell they were facing. She had spent those last few days in the house watching the body of her kidnapper rot in a mess of his own dried blood until she could take it no more. “Rescued” as an infant and held in a single locked room, with no one else around but herself and the old man who had taken her, this was her first exposure to the outside world. It had been twenty years since she was left underneath the old street light, where her torment began. She had been taunted, tortured, physically/sexually/emotionally abused in ways only our nightmares could make us understand. The old man, he would never tell her his name for fear she may escape and tell the authorities, would dress her in his former lover’s clothing and makeup, then raped her in the very bed he and his girlfriend used to make love in.  Sasha had cleaned herself up, first time she had taken a shower without him watching, dressed in the very clothes she hated as those were the only ones available and stepped out onto the lopsided front porch for the first time, addressing her first impressions of the world she had been hidden from out loud.)  

SASHA:           Freedom was nothing like I imagined

                          took me days to find the courage to leave.

                         Watched his body rot ‘til the stink drove me out,

                         the sun it burned my eyes.

 SASHA:            I was a vampire, figuratively speaking,

                          had barely seen the light.

NEVERMORE: Until I kicked your weak ass out of the way

SASHA:            Will you hush, this isn’t your story to tell!

SASHA:            Made my way into town, so many unfamiliar faces.

                          The one face I knew, I didn’t know where to find.

NEVERMORE: I told you just to ask

SASHA:            Shut up, you did not! You pain in the ass.

SASHA:             I brought the picture from the house,

                          had to finish what he started.

                          For twenty years, I suffered in her name

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NEVERMORE: And in her clothes, and in her makeup, and in her bed…

SASHA:        Enough already, no one was talking to you!

NEVERMORE: Why don’t you let me take over

                         Your story is lame

                         Skip to the good parts

                        Where I wouldn’t let you die in vain 

SASHA:     I didn’t ask for you, you just appeared!

                   No one told you to save me!

                   No one told you my life was to be spared!

                   Now will you just get out of my head!

NEVERMORE:  Oh, Sasha, you really are a drag,

                         why don’t you tell them

                         how things got started.

                        Tell them how I ended things

                        with the now dearly departed?

SASHA:     Oh go on if you must,

                   I must look ridiculous arguing with myself.

                   You took the knife from his hand

                   Stabbed him in the gut

                   Not once, not twice

                   But OVER and OVER AGAIN!

NEVERMORE:  Ah yes, the blood it spattered

                          Sprayed against the wall and the dressers

                         His screams stifled by the gurgles

                        Such pleasure we received

                        Watching him writhe in pain (giggles)

SASHA:   I had every advantage

                no birth certificate, no prints on file.

               I had been a prisoner

               kept from the world.

             Other than the old man,

             I had never spoken to another.

            He called me Sasha,

           but was that really my name? .

           No identity to speak of,

           The evidence was moot

 (dramatic sigh)

         And so I sought her out,

         that selfish bitch.

NEVERMORE: Vowed to make her suffer

SASHA: Just like we did.

              Now if I could only find

             Where in the hell she hid.