Suicide Club Monologue
Today will be the very last day of me.
Yes, you heard this right. I want to kill myself. I have been planning this since a few months ago, since February to be exact. The world is just too sickening for me to hold on any longer. I guess death would be a privilege.
I found this website called suicide club. It’s basically a website for depressed people wanting to end their lives. I met a bunch of friends there. But what’s so absurd about this website and us is that everyone is encouraging each other, not to get motivated in life or to live on but to end it as soon as we can.
But please don’t blame yourself. Don’t blame anyone. This is pure my choice to end my life. You can blame me or you can blame the world. Just don’t blame yourself.
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This is it. It is now the end of her 24 years of life, 24 years of miserable and pain. She closes her eyes and reminisces her past. Pictures of events and faces start appearing and deafening loud voices whisper to her ears. Tears start falling down on her cheek. She just couldn’t take it any longer.
“Come on!!”
“Yes!! Shut up!!” Maya finally swallowed the pills.
“So how long does it take for it to work?”
“2 or 3 minutes. Depends. Why don’t you sit down?” Steve helps her sit on his sofa.
Maya then feels her eyes getting really heavy and her visions are blurring. She finds herself yawning so she leans on the couch. Surprisingly, she doesn’t feel any pain at all. Steve walks towards the front door, locks it and rushes to his bedroom again.
“What’s with the trash bags?”
“What?”
“Those inside your cabinets, what is it?” “Have you read The Tell-Tale Heart?”
“No, is it a book? I think I saw it on top of your cabinets.”
“Yeah it’s a short story actually. So, there was this man. He lived with this old guy and this man hated this old guy. He hated him for his eyes, strange right? So one night, he went to this old guy’s room and just straight killed him. He’s nuts. You know how he did it? He butchered him, mutilated him and hid the body under their living
Yes, you heard this right. I want to kill myself. I have been planning this since a few months ago, since February to be exact. The world is just too sickening for me to hold on any longer. I guess death would be a privilege.
I found this website called suicide club. It’s basically a website for depressed people wanting to end their lives. I met a bunch of friends there. But what’s so absurd about this website and us is that everyone is encouraging each other, not to get motivated in life or to live on but to end it as soon as we can.
But please don’t blame yourself. Don’t blame anyone. This is pure my choice to end my life. You can blame me or you can blame the world. Just don’t blame yourself.
With …show more content…
This is it. It is now the end of her 24 years of life, 24 years of miserable and pain. She closes her eyes and reminisces her past. Pictures of events and faces start appearing and deafening loud voices whisper to her ears. Tears start falling down on her cheek. She just couldn’t take it any longer.
“Come on!!”
“Yes!! Shut up!!” Maya finally swallowed the pills.
“So how long does it take for it to work?”
“2 or 3 minutes. Depends. Why don’t you sit down?” Steve helps her sit on his sofa.
Maya then feels her eyes getting really heavy and her visions are blurring. She finds herself yawning so she leans on the couch. Surprisingly, she doesn’t feel any pain at all. Steve walks towards the front door, locks it and rushes to his bedroom again.
“What’s with the trash bags?”
“What?”
“Those inside your cabinets, what is it?” “Have you read The Tell-Tale Heart?”
“No, is it a book? I think I saw it on top of your cabinets.”
“Yeah it’s a short story actually. So, there was this man. He lived with this old guy and this man hated this old guy. He hated him for his eyes, strange right? So one night, he went to this old guy’s room and just straight killed him. He’s nuts. You know how he did it? He butchered him, mutilated him and hid the body under their living