Sanity on Fire *faints*

by: Minxie Villaver  

I wake up. I'm in my room!

I wake up.
It's the same bad dream. A house in flames.. and voices..
*sniff, sniff, sniff*
shrieks.
*gasp* SMOKE! SMOKE! All around me! The house is on
It has always been the same bad dream! *laughs*
fire!
*gasp*
I run to the door. It's locked! "Mommy! Daddy! Elizabeth!"
 
I turn around and find my window open. I must quickly
*sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff*
jump out to ask for help from the neighbors. As I open my
Doctor? *sniff, sniff, sniff* Doctor? Doctor! *sniff, sniff* F-
mouth to scream for help, I hear my window being shut. I
Firemen! I smell the scent of gasoline in my cell! My cell..
look back. I see my sister through the glass. She is smiling..
My cell is on fire! I smell smoke! Doctor! Firemen! It's
victoriously.. peacefully.. readily.. horrifyingly! She begins
blazing in here! HEEEEELP--
to burn.. to melt.. Flesh dripping.. darkening.. stripping
down.. and slowly eaten by flames.
Oh.
The house gradually crumbles right in front of my eyes. I
Hi Doctor. I was just playing around so you can come by
could hardly move because of what I just learned.
and.. let me out.
PLEASE! I'm not mad! I'm not mad! I only want to end my
The neighbors approached, bringing buckets of water. I still
life.. Please! LET ME! Please..
could not move. My mind stopped keeping pace with time.
All things that moved are speeding past me.. blurry.. surreal.
Huh?
I could hardly hear their running steps.. their consolation..
their accusations. All I could hear is the crackling and
The doctor's gone. Maybe I just imagined him again. Oh
hissing fire! The screams of my parents! I'm gradually
well.
losing touch with reality.
A crowd? So many people! How -- how did you get here?!
They brought me to my relatives to be taken care of. BUT I
Who are you?! Who let you in?! How long have you been
DO NOT WISH TO BE TAKEN CARE OF! The desire to
watching me here?! *gasp* Oh, I get it now. You've all
lose this life continues to stain my innocent mind. However,
come here to rescue me! Is that it? I can't just be imagining
they keep me from doing it.
all of you here, can I?
Rope tied around my neck, one step from this stool and I
Please let me out of here! I'm not insane! I'm not fit to be
shall taste the blissfully deadly grip that has the power to
imprisoned in a filthy cell such as this! I'm the daughter of a
take me to another world.
landlord! I can't be here! Please! Please! Please.. I'm Mr.
Kingsleigh's daughter.. Please..
One, two, three! GERONIMO! *closes eyes* 
*jumps*
I only have 2 hours 'til the jailer checks the cells.. 2 hours 'til
*opens eyes*
the jailer locks me up permanently.. 2 hours and. my family
burns in the fire. Oh, they are screaming! They are crying
It did not.. work! Oh for the love of --
for me! PLEASE! I have to save them! Please..
The rope is too long!
WHAT? How dare! I did not start the fire! It wasn't me! It
"Iracebeth? Can I come in? I have your dinner. Um, I'm
wasn't me! It wasn't me. Why wouldn't anyone believe me?
coming in now Iracebeth."
I'm innocent!
*sighs* Maybe next time, Rope.
Yes, my twin sister and I loved each other more than
anything else in the world. Our similarities never bothered
My aunt is looking at me.
us because it was funny how most people didn't know how
Hi aunt. Meet Rope, a friend.
to tell us apart. It was funny until then.. Until then. SHE
DID IT! She did it! She.. She did it! She.. did it. She.. was
Of course she screamed, and in an hour, men in white came
obsessed with her lover. Unfortunately, mother and father
in the house and took me away.
had to arrange a marriage for her. She was to be married to a
landlord for financial reasons. Yet.. she was with child. Her
They imprisoned me in a cell because everyone thought of
lover's. Thus mother and father had to get rid of the child
me as dangerous -- having burned my own family while
once it's born.
watching the house break down and such -- and suicidal.
They tell me I'm on suicide watch and under treatment!
I can still remember the cold little corpse being thrown into
 
the nearby river. OH, IT WAS HORRIBLE!
*laughs* HOW STUPID! I'm not mad! Insanity remains to
be misunderstood, ladies and gentlemen! I'm not mad. I'm
My sister became quiet for months, and she cried whenever
not mad! I'm not mad! I'M NOT MAAAAAD!!! *screams*
she received presents from her fiance. She told me she heard
My mother.. She's screaming! My father needs me! Please!
an infant crying every night and she couldn't sleep. She
Please! Let me out.. Let me out! They're burning! I have to
became distant, lethargic.. At most times, she did not move.
save them! Please.. I'm not mad.. I'm not mad!
She served us tea one afternoon. She was surprisingly happy
I'M NOT MAAAAAD!!!
then, smiling as she poured the tea to our cups. Her tea was
peculiar, though. Too sweet.. too thick.. It made us dizzy..

Reference: Villaver, M. (2013, May 2). Sanity on Fire [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from http://littleblackbloodyhood.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-
declamation-piece-sanity-on-fire.html
Reference: Pam (2013, Sept 15). Plea of an Aborted Fetus [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
https://pamelaanneyeong.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/the-plea-of-an-aborted-fetus/
Reference: Nancy (2010 Aug 22). I Killed Her [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://declamation-collect.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-killed-her.html
 Murderess
By: Anonymous

It’s already twelve o’clock. Oh, God, I’m hungry! I’ve
been running and hiding for almost three days. I’m
dead tired. I need some rest. But no, they are looking
for me! And if they find me, I will be put to jail. But,
where can I hide? Leo’s father is so influential, so
powerful. He is the governor of our great province and
I happened to kill his son!
No, don’t accuse me like that! I’m not a murderess!
Hear me, I’m begging you, I tell you I’m not a
murderess.
Audience, let me explain, please.
Okay, okay, okay! It all happened in school one day. I
went to the library to find a book. Then I found it. I got
so engrossed to what I was reading that I
almost didn’t notice the time. It was gone past six and,
oh my! I think I was the only student left in the library.
To my dismay, Leo was waiting for me outside. I
wanted to hide but it was too late. He was already in
front of me.
“Hi, Brenda! Can I drive you home?”
I shook my head irritatingly. My God, how I hate him!
He often sends me scented love letters in pink
stationery which I sent back all unopened. He sends
me roses and chocolates, too. They are my favorites. I
wanted so much to eat the chocolates, but I hate the
person who gave them. So I throw them into the trash.
How could I ever get away from this guy?
But instead of leaving, do you know what he did? He
pushed me so hard against the wall and started kissing
me. I was shouting for help, but no, no one was there!
“Somebody, help me, please! Please, please! Help!
Help!”
Then he gave me a big, big punch on my stomach. Oh
my God! It was painful!
But even before he reached for me again, I spotted a
rusty knife and grabbed it.
“Now, Mr. Leo Monteverde, try to kiss me again,
attempt to rape me again, and I will never ever forgive
you! Go to hell! Um… um… ummm!”
I didn’t know how many times I pushed the rusty knife
in his body. Then I noticed something. Blood, blood…
there’s a blood on my hands!
Leo, Leo…! Oh, God! I killed Leo! No, I’m not a
murderess! He was going to rape me and I just
defended myself. I didn’t mean to do it, I’m not a
murderess! I’m not a murderess! But I killed Leo…! I
killed him! I’m a murderess! Ha! Ha! I’m a murderess!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
<3 u

“Hey, Leo, wait a minute! If you want to drive me

home, thanks, but no thanks! I’m old enough to go
home on my own, okay? So, please stop following me
like a dog! And besides, I’m too young for love and I
don’t accept any suitors, understand?”

“But, Brenda, I love you! Can’t you understand? I can

give you anything you want. Say it and you’ll have it.
And, Brenda, remember, I can get everything I want by
hook or crook. So you’d better be good to me or else.
Ha… ha… ha…!”

And he started laughing like a monster. I got so scared.

I know how powerful his family was, but I still
insisted, “Leo, how can you be such a jerk? I don’t like
you and I don’t love you. In fact, I hate you! Now, will
you leave me alone?”

Reference: Servano, E. (2010 Feb 02). Murderess [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://ersweetcelcamansienglish29.blogspot.com/2010/02/declamation-pieces-for-females.html
Reference: Nancy (2010 Aug 22). A Glass of Cold Water [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://declamation-collect.blogspot.com/2010/08/glass-of-cold-water.html
 The Plea of an Aborted Fetus
By: Anonymous
LET THIS PRECIOUS ANGELS LIVE!

"SET ME FREE. LET ME LIVE, I DESERVE TO BE BORN, I WANT TO LIVE. FOR HEAVENS
SAKE, HAVE PITY."

Ladies and Gentlemen, dear fathers and mother, listen to my plea, listen to my story. I could have been the
17th Lady President of the Philippines Republic, had you given me the chance to live, had you not deprived
me of my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born.

Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of a woman with six other children.
My coming should be a herald of joy, a symbol of love incarnate but to my mommy it was a burden, a
problem, an additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of Mom's carelessness for not
taking the contraceptive pills.

One gloomy day in June, my unexpected coming was confirmed. It was a painful decision. I could sense the
imminent danger as Mom got inside the abortion room. I was an unwanted child. No one loved me. No one
cared. I was a rejected being, a tiny lump slowly forming into human being with human soul. I was already
alive, kicking, struggling. My heart was already beating and my thumb had already the unique mark. As I
was holding to my mother's womb a splash of heat came all over me. I writhed in extreme pain.

-- "Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your own flesh, the blood of your own
blood?"

The rubber suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly cutting it from my body. I
struggled for my life. 1,2,3 and the first part of me came out.

-- "Mom, why have you permitted this? Am I not Dad's pledge of love to you?"

Then it was followed by another rubber suction sucking the other part moving it with force until both were
fully amputated.

-- "Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God's image you promised to love and protect?"

Then i felt shaken once, twice, several times until I do not know anymore what has been going around. I
gushed forth my last breath...

Then came the final blow, my head - the abortionist termed as No. I was totally cut
from my torso: total annihilation.

GONE IS MY CHANCE TO LEAD A HEALTHY NORMAL LIFE.

GONE IS MY CHANCE TO BEHOLD THE MANY LOVELY THINGS GOD CREATED FOR US.

GONE IS THE PROMISE OF A BLISSFUL LIFE.

Reference: Villaver, M. (2013, May 2). Sanity on Fire [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from http://littleblackbloodyhood.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-
declamation-piece-sanity-on-fire.html
Reference: Pam (2013, Sept 15). Plea of an Aborted Fetus [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
https://pamelaanneyeong.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/the-plea-of-an-aborted-fetus/
Reference: Nancy (2010 Aug 22). I Killed Her [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://declamation-collect.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-killed-her.html
 A Glass of Cold Water
By: Anonymous

Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful.

Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.

I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she was
young.

Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus.

Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party! Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!

"Child, are you still there?"

"Hmp! That’s my mama"

"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"

"Mama, I’m in a hurry!"

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."

"Mama, please, try to get it on your own."

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!"

At the party, I danced and danced the whole night. You see, I can’t leave the party at once. I have to dance
with everybody who proposed to me.

At last, the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired. So, I went home to tell mama what happened.
"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers. Where is she? I look for her in the
sala, but she’s not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen! I saw my mama, lying down on the floor,
dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it.

Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water!

Mama! Mama!

Oh, Mama!

I Killed Her
Reference: Servano, E. (2010 Feb 02). Murderess [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://ersweetcelcamansienglish29.blogspot.com/2010/02/declamation-pieces-for-females.html
Reference: Nancy (2010 Aug 22). A Glass of Cold Water [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://declamation-collect.blogspot.com/2010/08/glass-of-cold-water.html
 By: Anonymous

I killed her because I do love her.

These hands, these hands that give life to many, killed her because of my love to her.

Ladies and Gentlemen of this honorable court, please listen to me, listen to my story before you give my
verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer specialist. I was born in a slum district of Batalon. My father oh! I don't
know him for I am a child of faith. My mother brought me up in such determination and my ambition was to
escape the filthy and horrible place of Batalon. I was nourished with hope that someday I might live a life
different from her. My mother had a burning faith that she turned the nights into days. All her efforts were
not in vain for I pushed through with flying colors. My mother who had given her whole life to me had tears
in her eyes as she pinned the gold medal on my proud breast.

Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the Philippines to the United States of America. I embraced my mother…
tightly as I've reached the plane….."Mother, mother,.." I whispered. You will always be my best mother in
the world.

After four years, I came back with laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I gave my mother everything but I
was too late. I who had used to ease the pain of many, came too late to the life of my dying mother. I gave
the best treatment but the grasp of death was so tight around her. My God, what is the use of ten years of
study if I couldn't even use it at my mother's pain.

Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I run to her room. "Do you love me, child?"… she asked, as I embrace
her. " Yes, mother….. If only I could get all your pain and agonies…"

" Then….. if you love me, end my sufferings, kill me… Let me die."

"But, mother, I promise to give life and not to end it."

God…. She did not deserve the unhappiness. She deserves to be happy. I run to my room and came back
with a syringe.

"Mother, forgive me…. God, please understand me…."

"Mother, mother, you must not die….. Don't leave, I love you. It was only a distilled water…..Mother……
Mother……. MOTHER……"

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled water which ended the
sufferings of my mother.

Judge me….. Punish me………

GO, punish me………….. Thy will be done!!!

Reference: Villaver, M. (2013, May 2). Sanity on Fire [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from http://littleblackbloodyhood.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-
declamation-piece-sanity-on-fire.html
Reference: Pam (2013, Sept 15). Plea of an Aborted Fetus [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
https://pamelaanneyeong.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/the-plea-of-an-aborted-fetus/
Reference: Nancy (2010 Aug 22). I Killed Her [Web log post]. Retrieved on July 31, 2019 from
http://declamation-collect.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-killed-her.html