Anne Frank Monologue

I loved my life. My wife, Anne, and I had just moved into our new home with our baby, Rose. The house was beautiful; an old farmhouse in the country. Every night I went to sleep thinking about how lucky I was to have my home and my family.
This night was no different. I fell asleep around ten, waking up to the sound of Rose crying through the baby monitor. Before I could get up and take care of her, I heard, Anne’s voice cooing, trying to soothe Rose. This was odd as she was a heavy sleeper and I almost always woke up before her. Even so, I smiled to myself as she started singing a lullaby to the baby.
“Hush little baby don’t say a word. Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”
The voice crackling through my speakers was almost enough to lull me back to sleep, but was nagging at my conscience, keeping me awake.
“And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.”
I lay awake, trying to figure out what was bothering me. …show more content…
As I was up in the attic, I began to hear a baby crying. I had heard it before, of course, but it was always at night and I was sure I was imagining it. This time however, it was very clearly real and coming from somewhere in the attic.
I followed the sound to a wall, where upon closer inspection I noticed a panel that could slide away revealing an entrance to another room. I ducked through the entrance into a dimly lit room that was clearly a nursery at one point. It stank of rotten meat and unwashed bodies so badly I almost puked. As my eyes adjusted to the murky lighting, I noticed cages in the corners. One held a boy who looked to be about seven or eight. The other held a woman who was probably in her early twenties. Both of them looked extremely dirty and malnourished. I was so focused on the people in the cage I didn’t even notice the crib until the baby inside it started