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Monologue About Survival

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Survival. Most people think of surviving as in braving treacherous conditions such as an arctic blizzard, or engulfing wilderness. Surviving is not how most people would describe their day to day lives. However, you were never most people, now were you? Surviving was you getting through another day. Going through times where simply getting out of bed seemed an arduous, pointless task. Going through those moments and deciding to keep going despite the violent thoughts surrounding and harassing you constantly. You survived those days. I hate to bring it up, I know how much you would rather let us dance around that dark time. I don't believe we ever really had a serious conversation about that. I wonder if this would even be happening if we …show more content…

It wasn't pretty. It wasn't beautiful. You are beautiful, I wouldn't let a sight like this tarnish that word and its significance to me in regards to you. It was ugly. Harsh, deep ridges turning your wrists crimson and your face into a twist of agony. Slumped in the bath, you're black hair spilling around you and the clear water tainted with - well you. I couldn't breathe. Sorry, wrong choice of words, I'm sure the lack of breathing was already being handled by you (you would have laughed at that, you always appreciated my dark, sardonic humour) although you were still breathing at the time, slow shallow breaths that shook your too skinny frame. I sprinted out, grabbing my phone off the counter and running back to you, all the while calling for help. If you were to ask me how I was able to react so fast, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Maybe I would say, it was a survival instinct. If you couldn't survive on your own I was making my damned surest to do it for you. I crouched over the bath so I could cradle you, rocking you as if soothing an infant. I choked out the relevant information to the operator, her reassurance that help was on its way not working in the

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