Dorian Gray Monologue

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I James Vane would have never thought I would find myself reminiscing of the beautiful pictures of my dear sister Sibyl who used to perform here at this theatre. I find myself sitting in the same worn red seats that seemed so full of joy long ago. My sister found life and death in this place. Once full of life and light and now darkness and the cold chill of death. I used to come here and watch my sister perform and in this moment her performances keep replaying in my mind.
My sister Sibyl was a kind young soul full of joy and adventure. I remember her death like it happened yesterday. As she retreated to her dressing room I never thought that would be the last time I would see my sister, alive. The moments after this were hard and dark as …show more content…

My curiosity pulled me toward such character. As I drew closer this character became more clear. He was an odd fellow, his hair slick and his face stiff like a statue that held no emotion. A fear grew upon me but for what reason? “Why are you here?” I asked. “What is your name?” “I am Dorian, Dorian Gray.” He said to me in a low voice, “I am here same as you most likely, to remember the beauty that was given to us on this …show more content…

Im sure he believe now he had the upper hand.
“Sibyl loved me. Did she not? Would you really want to kill her Prince Charming?” Dorian said in a joking manner.
I charged Dorian and the fear struck him again as he ran up the steps to the catwalk.
“Where are you running to Dorian? You have nowhere to go.” as I said this I watched him trip on a bundle of wires that were carelessly but conveniently placed on the floor of the catwalk. “You are stuck my friend.”
Now was my chance,Dorian is a dead man. Raising the blade I began, I stared into his eyes to see fear damp with tears.
In this next moment it was hard to breathe, like a heavy object collided with me, but it was only Dorian. He had taken his legs and kicked me in the chest with a force almost not believable to come from a frail being like himself.
The world seemed to have been moving in slow motion as my body was forced over the railing and down to the theatre floor. As I fell I saw Dorian look down at me with eyes no longer full of fear but what seemed like pleasure. I felt a great force as my back crashed into the theatre floor, and then I went limp. All the life that was in me was drained from my body, the same as my dear sister before

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