Darius Collins Monologue
Darius
Jolting awake I sigh, I remember this day just as well as the last, the day she left me, our son and our house. This day begins just like any other, reminiscing about what life could have been like if she had not of left us. Why couldn’t she just push through the hardships, held on, and appreciated what she had! She was a natural beauty, and she didn’t even know it, ‘she made everything look so effortless. She had a mesmerising smile and the cutest little dimples, ‘every laugh made my spine shiver in delight. The world was her canvas and she was the painter, capable of anything… and I was right there by her side. I remember the day he was born. Darius Collins. The following years were anything but easy. Schizophrenia they called …show more content…
Lifting up my foot I notice a glistening piece of glass and rip it out with no hesitation, dismissing the growing pool of blood beneath me. Grabbing a dustpan, I sweep up all the fragments of glass, wishing that my life could be this easy to repair. A sweet metallic scent washes over me and I press my chapped lips together in pleasure. It’s a smell that I’ve come to relish over the years, the sight of blood doesn’t faze me anymore. I leave the room only to enter another… her room. Her sweet smell still lingers…dancing off all the pieces of furniture in the room. An item of clothing catches my eye. Pressing it against my cheek, I feel the soft cool silk against my skin, imagining how much better it would be with her in it. The sound of muffled voices breaks my thoughts. Panicked, I reach the garden and see two silhouettes reaching what looks like to be a vehicle. Scanning the garden, I notice the shed has been broken into. I go in there immediately. After a first glance a wave of relief washes over me. My concealed hatch has not been tampered with. Beyond this hatch lies a bunker containing everything that I hold close to my heart. Climbing down the ladder I turn and once again, I sigh. This is home, this is what makes my heart fill up with warmth and this is what keeps me
Jolting awake I sigh, I remember this day just as well as the last, the day she left me, our son and our house. This day begins just like any other, reminiscing about what life could have been like if she had not of left us. Why couldn’t she just push through the hardships, held on, and appreciated what she had! She was a natural beauty, and she didn’t even know it, ‘she made everything look so effortless. She had a mesmerising smile and the cutest little dimples, ‘every laugh made my spine shiver in delight. The world was her canvas and she was the painter, capable of anything… and I was right there by her side. I remember the day he was born. Darius Collins. The following years were anything but easy. Schizophrenia they called …show more content…
Lifting up my foot I notice a glistening piece of glass and rip it out with no hesitation, dismissing the growing pool of blood beneath me. Grabbing a dustpan, I sweep up all the fragments of glass, wishing that my life could be this easy to repair. A sweet metallic scent washes over me and I press my chapped lips together in pleasure. It’s a smell that I’ve come to relish over the years, the sight of blood doesn’t faze me anymore. I leave the room only to enter another… her room. Her sweet smell still lingers…dancing off all the pieces of furniture in the room. An item of clothing catches my eye. Pressing it against my cheek, I feel the soft cool silk against my skin, imagining how much better it would be with her in it. The sound of muffled voices breaks my thoughts. Panicked, I reach the garden and see two silhouettes reaching what looks like to be a vehicle. Scanning the garden, I notice the shed has been broken into. I go in there immediately. After a first glance a wave of relief washes over me. My concealed hatch has not been tampered with. Beyond this hatch lies a bunker containing everything that I hold close to my heart. Climbing down the ladder I turn and once again, I sigh. This is home, this is what makes my heart fill up with warmth and this is what keeps me