Call Me Monologue

Call Me back from the dead! I felt like my limbs were being torn apart. My attempts to shriek in agony were in vain. My voice was obstructed by my own hands gripping my throat with, what I could only assume, inhuman force. My vision began to blur, a tinge of inviting darkness engulfing me. Before long I lost the urge to breath and succumbed to asphyxia. Where am I? My eyes strained under the blinding sunlight that illuminated the court room with a banana hue. As my senses returned, I heard the mention of Maman once again for the Prosecutor. If it had not been for the earlier warning from my lawyer, I would have lashed out as my ire gently welled in my chest. They speak of Maman as if they know her, I thought to myself, oblivious to the fact that my words had escaped my mouth to plant a seed in the mind of my lawyer. In a frenzy, my lawyer declared," Come now, is
Just like how you taught me
Woman: Ahh yes. After a while you can get used to anything.
Meursault: Maman I want you to answer a few questions for these gentlemen here.
Prosecutor: Hello Madame. I am Monsieur Martel and I am the lawyer in defense of the man who meet his death in the hands of your son.
Maman: I know, I have been watching and I know all your questions.
Firstly, I chose to leave Meursault and for a nursing because I saw no value in staying in his house all day watching my life waste away and becoming a burden to my son. I know he made the call himself but I agreed to it. It is even safe to say we didn't expect anything from each other anymore. I was a burden to him and him to me.
Secondly, it is usual for Meursault not to cry because his an old mother and crying won't bring me back. I have also taught him from when he was small that life is meaningless as death is inevitable so its pointless to battle to strive for meaning.
Mr. Martel: Thank you, Madame. I just have...
Maman: He is here! I have to go.
Judge & Marie: Who is