A Hero's Journey By Hg Wells Monologue

“Wallace, Wallace, Wallace.” The spirit sighed, pacing around me as he spoke, a faint trail of light following his movements. “You are like so many others, so many unhappy souls,” he continued vaguely, speaking in an exasperated tone.
“What do you mean?” I questioned, puzzled by his ambiguous statement.
“Tell me. What were you thinking about before you came here?” He repeated; although, it seemed he already knew the answer.
“U-um, well.” I hesitated, the sudden memories flooding my senses. “How could I describe such anguish to someone I just met? I can’t even quite grasp the idea myself!” I thought, but Death continued to stare at me, looking directly and unwaveringly into my eyes. I could do nothing but stare back blankly, so he began to speak
“See, this is your problem Wallace, you hesitate. Most of you humans are so hung up on ‘What if’ that they never bother to take any risks. Even now, you hesitate, when there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of!” Death exclaimed, placing his head in his hands out of exasperation. I was stunned by this statement, and I realized how much it rang true in my entire life. From the time I even had enough sense to think, I would always hold my tongue, because if I spoke my mind I might be hit by my mother. If I took a risk and spoke my mind, I might lose my job. I looked back up at Death, who was smiling at me warmly, seemingly understanding my epiphany. “See what I mean?” He said, rather smugly. “Well, that doesn’t change anything, I can’t get that time back now!” I said, realizing I might as well cut out all logic in my words, such a bizarre scenario wouldn't need a thing like reasoning. “Who said anything about that?” Death said, tilting his head and smiling somewhat maniacally. He continued, circling around me as he began. “No, I can’t give you your time back-but-” Death paused, perhaps in a moment of contemplation, he remained motionless. I stared back, bewildered, not having the slightest idea of what was going to happen. “-I can take away all your sorrows.” He stated, looking back at me for an answer. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” I asked in a demanding tone, glaring back at
I remember this.” I thought out loud, gazing upon the scene in remorse. “I-I’d never seen my mother cry before that-” I muttered, feeling my voice begin to choke up. “Your mother only had when son left, imagine what it must feel like to have them be shipped off to war.” Death said firmly, his hands behind his back, but his harsh words seemed to ring with empathy and understanding. I stared back at my mother in awe, her face crinkled with pain, flooded with tears and flushed as she watched her son drift into the distance. How I wish I’d never gone to that dreadful war, it was the worst thing I’d ever experienced. As tears began filling my eyes, another strong breeze whipped us into another timeline, a new place too.