Nat's Power - Dramatic Monologue - Written over two years ago

While looking for a name I used in one of my stories a long time ago, I came across a few of my works from Freshman Year (God, has it really been two years?). This was an assignment where I had to write out a dramatic monologue for something, I don't remember the instructions. It's a little weird because I remember writing it on a night where I had insomnia. So anyway, Background note: It's about one of the main characters in The Hunted, called Nat. The monologue isn't really in the story but something close is. It's a bit choppy, but it's pretty good for being an old one. I changed nothing from the original way it was written, even though it may not make sense (It truly doesn't anymore).

She lowered the blood stained sword.

Walked across the battlefield

All her wounds already healed.

Her sister, brother, friend all have gone

Ran when she lost control, she couldn't stop

The purple eyes filled with anger, fear, and bloodlust all in one.

She couldn't control the bloodlust and anger

So all she had was fear.

Why must she have this power?

Killed so many at so young

Wisdom beyond her years

Nat knew she used up most of her power

She must get out of this field.

Why can't she remember what happened?

Not remembering her own battle

Not knowing what really happened

Or what she did to her enemies

Dropping her sword

Stumbling across the bodies

She walked into the forest

Away from the blood soaked ground

Trying to find a place to rest 

Before trying to find her friends

This poor little girl with no real family

Her hazel eyes staring at the moon

A willow tree in the woods provides a place

She closed her eyes and slept

Little seven year old Nat

Until her power wakes her up.

Please comment on this post on what you think of my writing style now and how is was when I wrote this.

I have happy news!!!

Last school year, around the time of the Shakespeare, I lost 50 hand-written pages of my book, The Hunted. This whole time, I had given up on that story because even though I had most of it memorized, I couldn't remember the best parts. Just yesterday, my mom asked if she could throw away some old notebooks that had been gathered (I love notebooks a lot). Looking through them, most were empty and were wide-ruled....Sad. Wide-ruled is evil. So I was flipping through the notebooks when I saw a small one with "Bunny" written on the back in Sharpie. Turning it over, I nearly fainted. The reason: I normally have blue or red covers on my notebooks but this one had a black cover. When I opened it my whole story was there! I started crying because I have already given up my notebook for dead!
Normally I would put this kind of a post on my other blog, but it's my writing notebook! If it wasn't for my friends reading that notebook in middle school, I would never have written so many poems and this blog would never exist! I have never been so happy to so a notebook in my life.

I'm working on some so here's something else that might catch your interest!

There are poems on the way, do not despair.

Something Else that might catch your interest:

My friend and I are going to Sakura-Con this spring and are raising every penny by ourselves. While she is doing drawing commissions on DeviantART, I will be doing writing commissions for anyone who wishes for them! So, if you need a poem or letter written out to woe someone or, I don't know, something nice to frame, drop me a line. My e-mail in on my profile and I will probably reply to all e-mails. This being a commission, it is perfectly legal to ask for money in exchange for the copyrights to the work. I will get a Pay pal or use my friends to transfer the money.

 I will say now that I will not do essays. I have enough to do already.