My first attempt at a monologue

*A women laying in a dark room. She is dressed in ripped up clothing. Her face is pale and her body has bruises were the clothes show open skin.The room has a small bed, with a small blanket that barely covers her. The room is full of trash. There's a window above the bed with bars on it. She is crying and looking toward the door(audience)* Women-You know my life use to be filled with pretty dress, songs of happiness and joy. Now  *she halfheartedly giggles to herself* nothing fills the air. But his pain..His screaming...his torture.*hold her head; as tears come down her checks, she stand on the bed and looks away. Go to the window tries with her might to pull the bars away, falls back because of little strength. lays down on the floor* I wish he'd let me go. To see the sun shine again. It feel like year since I've breath fresh air. *places her hands on her face and turns to kneel on her knees screaming at the audience* YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE.*stands* the fear of hes fist; the fear of his screams.I want freedom! But if I got it, would I know what to do?*sighs* No for this is the way I have lived my life with him. It may have started out pretty but now it seem this is all I know.*returns to her bed and pass out. Fades to dark*

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