Red Death Monologue

In the fall of 2012, my mother almost succumbed to her illness. I had just begun my freshman year of high school midst angry conversations between my parents and the threat of separation. It would seem as if they bickered about the most irrelevant things, almost as if they had no other reason to fight other than the fight itself. Those moments were excruciatingly lonely, my father worked until the dead of night and my mother would come home exhausted from treatment. I now know that there was no one who felt more unvalued than my mother. I wish I had the ability to iron away this blunder that destiny had fabricated, however foolish this desire is.

From start to finish, Death has seen both horrors and wonders. However, in his profession, Death mainly witnesses the horrific parts of life, and he needs the reader to know that he is not immune to the suffering he

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

long, and final scream of despair. I felt that I tottered upon the brink- I averted my

Death enveloped me, it suffocated me. It stuck to me like glue. I felt I could touch it.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

Hours went by, and everything was going excellent until we went to hang my last stand, when the uttermost dreaded

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

Well I’ll probably never get the pleasure to meet the majority of you lot due to me having to leave because of certain circumstances so why don’t I just tell you what I’m like now instead. I mentioned that I liked the color burgundy because it is a mixture of black and red. Now some of you may be thinking why that even matters and so I’ll tell you why. Those traits that go with those two colors remind me of myself. How, you may ask, I’ll also be getting to that. Now my past isn’t something I’m proud of, but it has defined who I am as a person so to judge me or not won’t change my personality. Well, let’s begin, shall we?

One day there was a disease that killed million of people and It was called the RED DEATH. I was there with Prince Prospero when the disease broke out. My family died of the disease so he brought me in the the abbey and thousand other people. I walked in and I saw seven room in a wallway.

By twelve midnight, all the guests saw a scary and bloody strange figure wearing a mask, they became very anxious, so the prince commanded all the guests to snatch this unknown guest and expose his identity. Obviously no one did. They were all terrified and shocked so they marched away from that unidentified stranger. After wards the prince caught him all by himself. He started running after the stranger trying to catch him but he couldn’t, the stranger kept going from room to room. At last, he reached the dark, gloomy, gory and bloody room where the stranger had to face the prince. Right before the prince was about to to stab the intruder, the prince fell on the ground dead. After the incident, the presence of the Red Death” was acknowledged (Poe). Then suddenly and bizarrely, all the guests started falling one after the other. Blood started splattering all around the halls. Then the clock stopped; with the last person dying in the

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

My mother is leaving me behind with my father, and I know my father is careless about it, because if he was, I wouldn’t see him bring such other woman inside this house while my mother is lying in bed with an illness. I wouldn’t see so much pain my mother went through before, and now that she’s blind and has this ill, it worries me why I cannot do anything but to know I have such a cruel father that does not do any help at all.