Elizabeth Monologue

I loved my wife. When we lost our only son, I did everything in my power to make her happy. Bailey was only five years old when he died of malnutrition. We were very poor and no matter how hard I worked, I was never able to provide enough for my family. I was ridden with guilt and I always felt responsible. Elizabeth never blamed me though, for anything. But I couldn’t show her that I, too, was hurting. I watched over her through nights when her nightmares caused her to wake up screaming, sweating, and crying in pain. I thought that with time she’d go back to her old self and resume her duties. That day never came.
As I walked through our village, I heard rumors and whispers of a great therapist that used extremely helpful methods. I mocked at the thought of a therapist. They still exist?
The people in our village slowly started to change. I was alarmed when I was heading to the mines early in the morning and I did not hear the usual singing of the jolly baker as she kneaded her dough. The people I passed by on the street were all staring at the ground as they walked. No more hellos or good mornings. People became detached and numb. Everyday presented a new kind of dullness, as if a shadow was cast over the whole village. Everyday, I felt more and more like an outcast. Was I really the only one capable of feeling?
I came home one day
This village looked just like ours, the people dead inside. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I followed the map and easily found Lilith’s house. As I got closer to the door, I saw a sign that said “I can take it all away”. I didn’t know what to make of that but I felt a sudden urgency and I needed to get this over with. I knocked the door, and a lady who seemed to be in her early thirties opened it. She had long white hair, but barely any wrinkles. She wore a long velvet dress, and her neck was covered with beads. I asked her right away about my