Identity: One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Experimental Writing presents Identity. Get ready for Identity - a drama/romance that seeks to enlighten the readers of the various complications of split-personality disorder.

Summary: A male individual finds himself deeply in love with a nonexistent person. Follow the protagonist as he seeks to find the answers to bringing his dearly beloved into the world.

Edison falls in love with Rose Peterson, a female individual who suffers from split-personality disorder. Though, unbeknownst to Edison, the person he has found himself thinking about each and every single day is none other than a "separate" personality created by the "orginal" Rose.

Identity
 
Prologue
 
I loved her. The female standing in front of me, her eyes glistening with the reflection of the orange sky, is the one I loved. I am given warmth when I see her smile. I am left without breathable oxygen when she leaves my presence. I am swallowed whole by the sound of my rapid heartbeats.
She was beautiful. The female who currently smiled, her pale white cheeks having been bathed by the winds of autumn, was pulchritudinous. And whether or not you are able to define the literary word “pulchritudinous” is none of my concern. Because, in truth, I am consumed by the female’s radiant demeanor. There is nothing you can do to stop me from loving her. If you complain of my word choice, then you can stop where you are. The scanning eyes of the inquiring individual is neither entitled nor obligated to progress – to finish this sentence has not ever been a requirement.
Though, if you are fairly interested in what I have to present, then, please, continue reading. To read is a gift - an ethereal ability. Use it to your advantage and seek the wonders of the world, of life, as you use critical and analytical contemplation to comprehend the messages I bestow upon you.
The story begins.
 
One: I confess my love for you but you question my identity.
“Don’t you understand? I am trying to say I love you!” I cry.
“What are you talking about? Who are you?” she shrieked horrifyingly.
Who am I? What does she mean “Who am I?” I am the one who has been working alongside her for many weeks. I am the one who slowly and steadily fell deeply in love with her entirety. It had first been an infatuation, then an interest of like-minds, then a harmless crush, and, finally, it resulted into a passionate love. It became love – the ebullient entity that has now consumed my every thought.
“Who am I? What are you saying? I love you, Rose!” I extend my arms out to embrace her frail body, though, she instinctively scrambles away from my reach.
“Get away from me, you freak!” she screamed, dashing across the street.
“Wait! What is happening? Why are you acting like this?” I bellowed out to her running figure. Icy tears instantaneously slide down my stinging cheeks. She slapped me when I tried to kiss her – when I had confessed my seemingly unrequited love for her. “Please don’t run, Rose!”
I tear at my face, wiping the truth away. “I’m sorry!”
At this, I am completely obliterated. I am defeated by my own ignorance and wishful thoughts. I had believed that Rose had loved me as I had loved her. Though, it seems that the truth is deathly. The distant mist is to be my only savior. The mist of an individual’s confusion will allow me to calm myself as I analyze the situation.
 
Monologue Number One
 
Okay. My name is Edison J. Kalim. I am twenty-six years of age and I had currently been working on an experimental project with a few colleagues of mine, including Rose Peterson, that sought to study the overt behaviors of a foreign civilization. As the project took its course, I found myself soulfully in love with Rose. She was sweet, kind, and utterly compassionate to any human being. It was hard to not fall in love with her! I mean, my other colleagues had intermittently asked her out on a date in numerous occasions. She rejected all of them, stating that she did not have time to have a personal relationship. And who could blame her? Everyone involved in the experimental project had a limited amount of time for physical rest let alone dating. I was the only one that did not ask her out on a date. And, to be honest, that made me feel special. The man who did not lose to his temptations, The man who had not fallen in love with Rose, etc. I saw myself constantly receiving these rewards. But, in the end, I fell in love with The Rose. Yes, it is the absolute truth, she is a rose – the flower of warmth and of a red magnificence. I am blessed by her presence. And, at this very moment, as I shuffle to the cold concrete and thrash pathetically at the sky, I remember her heart-piercing words – “Who are you?”. Who am I? She is correct to ask this question. Who exactly am I as an individual? As a person? As a lover? I am nothing. I am purely a dreamer. An idealist who always seems to look up to the skies with an annoying smile. How I must look to the others! I am selfish! I did not even think to consider her feelings! I am sorry, Rose! Forgive me for allowing my barbarian side to take over! I hurt more than help. I am sickened by this fact. I had taken you away from your work and invited you to dinner. You, being the kind person you are, agreed to be my company. We discussed the controversies of the world and laughed at the silliest of jokes. We were surprised to actually enjoy the food we had ordered because we playfully decided to select the restaurant’s various dishes at random. We climbed Jewel’s Hill and praised the brilliant colors of the heavens! And I gradually turned to face you, softly whispering your name to the firmament. You leisurely faced me with your tear-jerking beauty. And with confidence, I said “I love you.”. A slap to the face is all it took to bring me into reality.
 
Poetry Number One
 
The violins play and the guitar aids in bringing to life the INTEGRITY.
I stand and find myself alone.
The drums beat and the harp aids in bringing to life the DIGNITY.
I smile proudly.
The piano plays and the saxophone aids in bringing to life the PRINCIPLE VALUES.
Why am I smiling? Well, I finally confessed my sentiments of personal affection to the woman I so dearly loved.
The choir chants and the conductor aids in bringing to life the ACCOMPLISHMENTS.
I am proud to have finally taken a step to maturity. I am delighted by the fact that I experienced this event.
The lead sings and the backup aids in bringing to life the CHARACTER.
I decide to run after Rose. I plan to apologize to Rose. I intend to pass this particular point in my life and grow.
The trumpets burst and the clarinets aid in bringing to life the DEVELOPMENT.
I am actually excited to speak to Rose. I am going to help her. I am going to give her my assistance is moving through this confusion and going back to settling into the common lifestyle.
The music plays and the human’s ears aid in bringing to life the UNDERSTANDING.
I know what I need to say to her. I am going to make all this right.
 
Coming Soon:
 
Two:You confess your love for me but I question your identity.


Submitted: November 29, 2009

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txangel

wow, this is really good. you know how to use your words to draw a reader into the story. also to be able to relate to the character and the feelings that are being displayed..i love it and hope to read more..

Sun, November 29th, 2009 6:34am

Bella Everdeen

I really really really enjoyed this, i thought it was beautiful, and majestic... i really do hope to read more!!

Please check out my writing, and please comment!! :)

Sun, November 29th, 2009 3:04pm

SunsetDreamer

I love this. You're descriptions and everything. The feeling's are definitely depicted in your writing. Can't wait for more!

Thu, December 3rd, 2009 5:54am

Sara Blake

The beginning is promising. I can't wait to see more of it. Then I'll be able to leave a better comment.Oh, and please check out my story too. It's called "Black roses- Beginnings". well, till next tim, See ya ^-^!!








































































































Thu, December 3rd, 2009 6:48pm

nicolecullen1

Amazing:)

Sat, December 5th, 2009 11:00am

AlexStanski

Makes for quite a play. And I love the "unvernacular" word you used for beauty...

Sun, January 31st, 2010 9:23pm

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