Dramatic Monologue

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I had always expected it to feel different. I had based my thoughts only on what I had seen and heard. In my mind it would all happen just as it did on dramatic TV shows. Dramatic was the last word I would ever use to describe myself when it happened. To my undying surprise I felt almost reposeful. Although I could not take my mind off of the matter it did not overwhelm me like I expected it to. My mind floated around in darkness completely consumed into oblivion. Then suddenly my phone rang. I glanced over at my phone and thought to myself “Why the hell is she calling me so early in the morning?” The thought of not answering and just going back to sleep was quickly dismissed and replaced by the rustling of blankets. Still laying in bed I …show more content…

I was surprised to see a blood covered pillow in the bag.
“It’s the pillow Debi was sleeping on, I figured it would be best if no one had to look at it so I brought it back”, my mom replied.
I ran the bag out to the trash thinking how kind my mom was for thinking of taking the pillow with her. When I got back inside I asked her to explain more clearly what had happened the night before.
“Right after we left she was heading into the living room and she fell and hit her head on the hardwood knocking her out. She had done this a few times before so Sean (my mom’s boyfriend) gave her pillow and a blanket and let her sleep, they even heard her snoring so they thought she was fine. But when they got up the next morning she wasn’t breathing. She was already dead.”
My mom finished her face streaked with tears. The following days were very tough for my mother and Debi’s family. We were over at their house almost every day for the next two weeks. The once glowing house had lost all of its charm and became gloomy. There was a blood stain on the carpet where Debi had lain in her final hours, a constant reminder to everyone of what had happened. Throughout everything I still stayed calm and did my best to help everyone with consoling words or even just by doing the chores at the house. Of course nothing could really help how they were feeling except for

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