Monologue About War

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Looking around the mole infested, rodent plague house now riddle with bullets holes, the more I realize how lucky I’m to be alive. One day before the war broke out, one of Megan’s friend and allies in the Scorpio gang warn her about the impending war and who the gangs targeted. If it wasn’t for that warning I along with many others who hustle the streets of Springfield would be among the dead. No matter how much I pleaded with my aunt to leave the house which was situated right in the middle of the battle zone she refuses. When I argue the point that her death would be certain if she stayed, she would bark back at me with a bold face look, “Death does not scare me it quakes at my very presence and flee. I’m invincible.” Her response was obviously hindered by the …show more content…

I left her to her own fate and stayed with my friend Megan in Belmont Road five blocks away from the red zone. Strangely enough, I felt partly to blame for her death. I knew she wasn’t thinking straight at the time, not with all that liquor and drugs she’s been taking, but I couldn’t afford to become a punching bag. Whenever she was that liquored up and high I knew it’s best to stay clear of her as she becomes super Godzilla/tyrant all at the same time. Still I’m beleaguered with the thought that I should have dragged her kicking and screaming when I left the house that day, regardless of the consequences of such actions. In all fairness how can you save someone who didn’t want to be saved? According to the coroner, it wasn’t the bullets that killed her, but the bottle of whiskey mixed with the crack that finally did her in. I guess that’s the way she wanted to exit this world to greet death on a high note. I wondered if she met my mother and father on the other side. Or if the angles had to become the referee for both my dad and aunt whose feud still seems to puzzle me even in their

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