The Red Monologue

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"Father,what were you thinking?!" I stood in the doorway of his study furious."Do you believe that what you did today was even in the slightest bit of humane?" He sat at his desk completely uncaring of what he previously did hours ago.His eyes brushed up to me,his eyeglass slightly pulled down to the bridge of his nose. "I did nothing wrong,but simply speak to the maid about trivial matters. " A deadly thought washed over me, suddenly causing me to become calm.I look over to my father and a shudder vibrates through my body.This man right now-I have no idea who he is-money,power and greed they've all changed him for the worse.Changed him to the point,where I doubt, remorse or sympathy is even evident in his blood. "And why do …show more content…

I knew he heard me,he just chose not to reply.Then,the line went dead and his voice and laughter was gone.I don't know what overcame me,but I let the phone linger at my ear for a while.I just let it lay there,thinking about Everest.He was so broken,so absolutely shattered and he stabbed anyone who got too close.But,I couldn't let a man like him live in the shadows,live and bask in the cold frigid world of his own demons.He would die without sunshine and without warmth he would decay into oblivion.Though what pains me the most is the fact that,I notice him slipping away day by day into the dark place I used to be.When my parents died I became a fragile teenager,I was weak and morbid, life seemed to have no meaning anymore.Life became a constant question me,causing me to wonder,was it worth living?I felt fake-I was breathing,existing,taking up space in the world but I knew I was actually dead on the inside-withering away and decomposing.There would be days,when I felt death literally eating at my soul,threatening to consume the little bit of what was left of me.I forgot the world,smiling became foreign to me and love was a stranger-though we've met a few times,we had never been intimately introduced.Though,in my darkest days Dan saved me from my enemy- me.I was about to die and obliterate my existence from this world,but God placed strength in my brother to give me life.Now,I'm alive,happy and thankful for the grace that was bestowed upon me.But,now my heart breaks for

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