The Maddening
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Colleen climbed up behind her and they shot off between the buildings. Neither of them spoke a word. It didn't take long before they could see their destination in the distance. Almost directly below the space needle was a relatively modest glass atrium surrounded by trees that had begun to lose their leaves. Those that remained were all manners of oranges and yellows, the flowers wilted and we're now shadows of what must have been their former glory. And the only feature that hadn't succumb to time was the elaborate glass sculpture. These artistic installations represented every color from voracious violets to ravishing reds. As they approached, Marissa slowed down. Pulling up short. This is it. Colleen reached forward and put a hand on her thigh and timidly squeezed. Mauritius eyelids looked heavy and her chin trembled. The tears were gone, and the sadness that was creased in her face was now replaced with something much sadder fear. Marissa nodded. My boy certs bullet. What was that? Colleen asked, knowing she had said something in her natural language. It means my heart hurts, she said in a dull, monotone voice slower still the two of them sauntered up to the garden. Marissa pulled on the reins and the horse obeyed, coming to a stop, she stared out, her eyes focused on the late morning light dancing off the colors silently. She swung her leg over and jumped off the horse, softly landing on the ground. She kneeled down and grabbed her chest, bunching up her shirt and clenched fists and shaking her head back and forth without a tear shed. She stood up and continued on to the center of the garden. Colleen trailed behind and sure of what to say or do, although she had lost her mother to it was escaping her on just how to help Russia as her heart broke all over again. Dismounting, she followed her choosing to stay far behind, but never letting her get too far away. The path led to an old tree which the rest of the garden branched off from. The glorious tree was a site with all its thick gnarled trunk and voluptuous arrangement of branches, even without its green leaves. Marissa fell down on her knees, then doubled over as shaking hands dug into the moist soil. Reaching out she pointed, signaling toward amounted area. It looked just like another flower bed to the unknowing. I, but once she knew the purposely placed arrangements of colours were unmistakable. Prostate! Marshall whispered, prostate, prostate, prostate, A wailing sound unlike anything Colleen had ever heard escaped from Marissa. The noise tore her heart into, she couldn't help but feel sad to see the one she loved in such pain. She should have told her. How could she keep this secret from her any longer? I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry daddy. I did what I thought I had to do. Can you ever forgive me, Marissa said, bowing her head. I have to say something. She's dying inside. It's not fair to her to not know that my family had something to do with this. I can't take it any longer. Colleen walked up and slowly put a hand on marisa's shoulder. It's not your fault. She gulped down, readying herself. It's my fault! She screamed. Tears flowed down in rivulets pooling below her bowed head. Marissa gripped her disheveled hair and pulled crying out. I killed them. No, no, no, you didn't kill them. There's nothing you could have done. Marissa looked up at Colleen with eyes that showed her broken soul. You weren't there? I killed them. There's something I need to calling tried to say but Marissa cut her off her words, spewing rapidly. They were empty shells of what had been my parents. I couldn't see them like that anymore. We had gone to the garden one last time and they still didn't recognize it. I couldn't take it anymore. Marissa paused sobbing more, then wiped her eyes again. She pressed her lips together as if trying to stifle an escaping mon. I walked them here, kiss them on the forehead, Turn them around. No, she didn't. Her pulse racist. And and I pulled the trigger.