"Uhm hi, i'm Riley... Nobody is probally going to watch this so uhm yeah, i'm Riley,"
Riley Addams has been missing for 15 Months. Nobody knows what happend to her. Nobody knows where she is. Nobody knows if she is still alive. She just became anoth...
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- Riley -
"I've always been a big dreamer," I scrape my dry throat together. "And I still am, only I don't dare say my big dreams out loud anymore," I say honestly. I run a hand through my greasy hair, but halfway through my hand is stuck by the knots in my hair. I'm dreaming so hard right now about a hairbrush.
"People usually laughed when I tell them about my dreams; they never took me seriously. Thought I was joking, when I was actually blood serious." I remain silent for a moment and then laugh softly. "Well not always, I didn't mean it seriously when I was in kindergarten that I wanted to be a broccoli later. I don't even like broccoli." The mattress beneath me creaks loudly as I move and immediately I remain silent and wait. I wait. I exhale in relief when I hear no sound and then look at the camera again. "All the things I wouldn't do for a stupid broccoli right now," I sigh.
"But so no one took me seriously when I told them I wanted to be an actress later. They all laughed and said different things." I make a low voice as I say next "That's not a real career, grow up,"
"Actress? You mean a whore for sure, to seduce men," I say in an old woman's voice. I sigh softly again and stay silent for a few seconds as I listen to my surroundings. All I hear is my heartbeat beating too fast, and the wind coming through through a small hole in the wall. I shiver from the draft it causes.
"After a while when people asked me what I wanted to be later, I said I didn't know yet. I'd rather get comments about being lazy than about why becoming an actress is a bad career. I don't even think my friends know what I want to be," I remain silent and think. I don't think I've ever told them that. They think Acting is just my hobby.
"But I really want to be an actress. Seeing my name by the credits of a movie, seeing my face on the posters of a movie. To leave something in the world, so I won't be forgotten. And then the acting. Putting myself in someone else's shoes every day, living someone else's life every day. Feeling someone else's feelings, all that seems so wonderful. The feeling I get from acting.... that's indescribable. It feels... It feels like freedom,"
"And the rehearsals are always so much fun too, I have acting class every Saturday. And at that acting class I met one of my best friends. Mona," I smile at the camera. "I dream so hard of acting with mona one more time. To come up with one more scene together."
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"Are you ready girls?" Asks Nick, our drama teacher. I look beside me at Mona. Mona looks at me in turn and tries to hold back her laughter. Mona is wearing a wig of gray curls, but the wig looks patently fake. She has a giant pair of pink glasses on her nose, almost falling off. She is also wearing a big long white doctor's coat and to make the outfit perfect she has a stool that old people step on. She looks ridiculous, but I look equally ridiculous. I have a big black hat on my head, and my hair is tied back in a dot. A big black fake mustache sticks on my upper lip with big curls on the end. I am wearing an oversized blue shirt, even when it is rolled up my hands are almost not visible. I am wearing old beige pants that I hold up with one hand so they don't fall. And a big red clown tie hangs around my neck.
"Yep," Mona and I say at the same time, trying to hold back our laughter. I look ahead of me at the bleachers. Nick is sitting in the bottom right of the front row, with a clipboard and pen ready on his lap to take notes of our scene. The others from the drama group are all sitting in the stands ready to watch our scene, they too are all wearing ridiculous clothes.
We have been working on this scene for a month and it must run perfectly. Because if it runs perfectly then our scene may be used in the performance in 5 months. The big performance we have been working towards for months. And the theme of the big performance of this year is love, and me and Mona play an old married couple.
"Okay start," I hook my arm through Mona's as she holds the cart. We start to step a little more forward, very slowly with shaky legs like old people do. Only we do slower on purpose.
"O-oo honey," Mona says in a faltering voice. "W-w-what do you want to eat tonight?" I dramatically stroke my mustache with one hand and pull a curl on the end.
"How about-" I say in a very deep voice, but suddenly Mona falls very very dramatically. She falls to the ground very slowly and throws her arms in the air.
"Oh no!" Exclaims she dramatically. Since my arm is hooked by hers I can do nothing but fall dramatically with her.
"Honey-" I lie on the ground and put a hand on the right side of my chest. "My heart, my heart can't take this," I quickly move my hand to the left side of my chest, right where my heart is. Next to me, Mona lies on the ground turning as slowly as she can toward me.
"You what?" I begin to jerk all over my body and make the sound with my mouth as if I'm choking. Suddenly Mona comes hovering over me, her glasses falling off her nose and onto my face. I knock the glasses aside and continue to jerk. Mona has a frightened expression on her face. "Honey? Sweetheart? Sweetie from patty?" I don't answer and continue to shake. Mona starts fake crying.
"Love, say something!" Cries dramatically, she starts pushing on my chest with her hands to resuscitate me. "Turtledove? Care Bear? Dumbass?" I stop jerking and raise my head.
"Dumbass? You couldn't think of anything better?" Mona flinches and falls dramatically backward onto her ass, putting a hand on her heart.
"Oh my god! I thought you were dead of cardiac arrest!" She shouts angrily. I stand up and rub my neck.
"I was actually hoping you went into cardiac arrest from fright so you died," i say in a deep voice.
"Bet you're going to be dead before me?"
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I smile at the memory. We were an old married couple who were waiting to die. I mean we had been married for 72 years, she was getting boring.
"I think Miss Dwerlin is going to win the bet," i say to the camera before i push the stop button.
I was Mr Dwerlin and Mona was my Miss Dwerlin.
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A/N: aaah now we have a lot more sight of how Riley's life looks like! I feel like a lot of stuff happens in her life, good and bad and ugh idk i love Mona.
I just love the name Mona.
Reminder : drink enough water and eat enough chocolat! <3
