Example of Writing

Julia feared she had lost her sight when she opened her eyes and saw nothing but darkness. Her hands were tied to the back of the chair she was sitting on. She looked around, and as her eyes acclimated to the dark, she started seeing shadows and contours, and a room was slowly created around her. There was a chair next to her, some shelves along the walls with objects she couldn't see, and in the far corner, sitting down, was a man. She looked at him and wondered if he could see her.
“I can hear you moving,” he said.
Julia's voice felt heavy in her throat. Her one eye was throbbing with pain and she tasted blood on her lips.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered and it felt like hurling a sledgehammer across the room.
“You did this,” said the voice. “You did this to me!”
Julia heard something ricochet through the room, hitting the shelves behind her and the sound of pots and pans avalanched down behind her.
“I'm not afraid of you,” she whispered through her tears.
“And why not? Because you think Stone will bring you back?”
Julia's mind flinched at the mention of Stone. “Stone?” she said. “You know Stone... Why? Why are you doing this?!”
“Because Stone has done bad things to many people here, and we need him to stand up for himself and face his issues.”
Julia heard the man stand up and walk around the room. He was walking right in front of her.
“You still believe,” he said. “You still believe that no one's alone? That no one's truly alone? How alone do you feel right now?”
“I'm not alone,” said Julia. “How can I be alone when you're in the room with me.”
“Alone isn't about being with people,” said the man. “I've been surrounded by people my entire life and the only thing I've felt was rejection and ridicule. You told me that your brother wasn't alone, well it isn't about that. It isn't about being alone... it's about not being with the one you love. Your brother was alone... despite you, despite your family. He was alone, and that's why he killed himself.”
Julia tried not to listen. She thought back at everything that Stone had ever told her about the people he knew, and then it dawned on her. “I know who you are,” she said. “You're Frank. Frank De Gracy.”
The man rushed through the room, grabbed Julia by the throat and leaned her backwards, the chair beneath her now only barely resting on its rear two legs. De Gracy breathed into her face through his nostrils.
“Maybe he told you about me, but Stone doesn't have anything to do with my life anymore. Maybe he told you about all of us and what we did, but this isn't about him or that.”
De Gracy let go of her throat and stepped back. Julia tried commanding herself to calm down. She was breathing heavily. “Then why do you want him here?” she asked. “Why do you want him dead?”
“Because he betrayed me! He betrayed our friendship and I lost someone because of it!”
Julia heard De Gracy collapse in the dark.
“Who did you lose? Frank? Who did you lose?”
Julia suddenly felt pity for the creature she was sharing a room with. She heard him sobbing and he wasn't answering. She remembered her brother and imagined the darkness he had lived through since he was born. Then she realized the truth behind all of it.
“You're in love with him, aren't you?” she asked. “You're in love with Stone.”
She heard the man in the dark stop crying, but he still wasn't speaking.
“You lost someone,” said Julia. “You lost someone just like my brother did. You must've...”
“Every time I thought about him...” De Gracy's voice was slow and monotonous. “When I was a boy, a young man... my father cut me. I have these cuts, all the way up my leg, but my father stopped cutting me a long time ago. Stone, he... he saved me from my father, but not from the cuts.”
“Listen to yourself, Frank. You just said that Stone saved you, that he help...”
“Stone did not help me! He lied to me, manipulated me! Promised that we'd make something out of ourselves, and look at us now. We've got nothing, we are nothing. I gave him everything and he gave nothing back. I saved his soul and got nothing back.”
“How did you save his soul?”
“And he just kept taking, and...”
“How did you save him, Frank?”
The darkness went silent for a while. Julia looked into it, desperate to see something.
“If he really loves you, he'll tell you himself,” said De Gracy.
“Who was he?” asked Julia. “Who did you lose?”
“Je nes sais pas,” said De Gracy.
“What?”
“Je nes sais pas qui il était.”
“I... I'm sorry, but I don't understand.”
“I know you don't.”