Dramatic monologue
Melanie is 17. She lives with her mucin an affordable flat. She is perched upon the kitchen counter, it is the morning.
Even today I can't imagine my life any different. The last eight years have been a blur. I try to keep busy and not think about how I live such a different life to all my friends, a very different life (that goes without saying) but I guess early to bed and early to rise has been my permanent routine for a while now. Every day is the same, wake up, make breakfast, then see mum. "Good morning" I say, but all she gives me is a harsh crack of a smile etching itself into her bare face. No words. Her room is filled to the brim with pills and medicine bottles - it may as we'll be a pharmacy. This is how I see mum everyday, struggling to talk, barely managing to move but still grasping on to the remaining flicker of light left burning in her eyes. But that wasn't good enough for my father. He saw the flame disappear, and soon followed. I like to think that the same person is still inside her, and memories of us three all together skip around in her mind, fuelling her to get through the day. However, my dad always used to say that she no longer knew any of us - the nurse said the same thing. They had to be wrong, hadn't they? "How could you love someone if they are no longer the same person you fell in love with?" He always muttered these words under his breath. She had to be the same, or why would I still be here?
An emotive and mature piece. Phrases like 'the father' and 'my dad' don't need a capital letter for the noun as they are concrete nouns, but as soon as you start using it as a name: "I go in to see Mum", it becomes a proper noun and needs capitalising. There are some proofreading issues e.g. something obvious in the stage direction at the top. Always polish your work before handing it in. I like the flame metaphor and you keep in that lexical field with "fuelling" nicely - could you extend that further?
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