Death Monologue

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He had been there for long as I could remember.

He always stood in the corner of my room, his cloak merged in with the darkness around him. I tried to get closer to him numerous times, but he was always so far away, no matter how many steps I took. When I told my dad about him, he just shot me a look of disgust, the same one he gave to the homeless when he passed them on the streets.

When I was around three, I started to get more curious. When I picked up my courage and asked the cloaked figure what his name was, he told me that it was Death. I didn't know the meaning of the word back then, I just thought it was a cool name. My dad didn't like it when I tried to satisfy my curiosity, especially when I questioned why his breath always smelled …show more content…

I learned the meaning of the word ‘death’ when I was four. The thought of ‘dying’ terrified me, and for a few weeks my stomach will twist itself into knots whenever I saw Death standing in my …show more content…

She had started drinking in order to numb the wounds my dad had left on her. It did not take long for her to realise that getting drunk was inadequate, she eventually turned to drugs in a desperate attempt to escape the harsh reality. I remembered distinctly that she smelled exactly like my dad, the scent of bile and alcohol invaded my nostrils. She wrapped her hands around my throat and refused to let go despite how much I clawed at her hands. I looked towards the corner Death always stood in, but he wasn't there. When I turned my attention back to the twisted face that was once gentle and loving, I saw the familiar dark cloak behind it. I saw his face for the first time that night. I always expected Death to have a skull as his head, with endless holes as his eyes. Instead, I found the face of an old man with a warm smile on his weathered face. Perhaps it a hallucination because I was too out of it, but I was positive that his blue eyes glowed in the dark. The eyes that seemed to contain everything yet they were so

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