The Road Monologue

As the rain falls onto the bonnet of our car, I glance at my mother, who’s trying not to let the

tears disorientate her vision. I put my hand on her leg and tell her everything is going to be

okay. But, I can’t imagine what this must be like for her… losing her husband to cancer only

6-years earlier and for the past 2 years knowing her youngest child could die at any moment.

Yet she gives a subtle response, the corner of her mouth lifts slightly and she takes a large

gasp of air. I look down and see the beautiful bouquet of white lilies I hold in one hand and

the cuddleable lamb in the other. “We’re here honey.” My mother’s voice states with a tone

of hesitation and heart break.

These hallways sadden me, every day I walk down them yet …show more content…

“School is dreadful” I respond, “People are quite cruel.” Lilly tries to look disappointed for

me, but a slight happiness is hidden within her eyes… I honestly can’t blame her, being

locked up in this god-awful room day on day. I try to mask my inner thoughts, but here I am,

slowly falling into a dark destruction. I am unsure of what is going on with me, but now isn’t

the time to wonder. I search for a way to distract her and suddenly remember the gift. As I

tell her not to look her fragile and pale fingers excitedly move to cover her eyes. “No peeking

Lilly!” I demand. She releases a little giggle and teasingly moves her hands. I hop off her

hospital bed and reach into the purse, the lamb’s soft coat is curling in between my fingers

and I place it behind my back. Before I can even get through the word open, her eyes are

wide and she’s bouncing excitedly on her knees. I hand the lamb to her, she pulls it close …show more content…

Right here, in moments like these, this

is how our lives should be… but it isn’t. Soon, the moment is broken. The doctors come to

get her for further treatment. She cries and begs for it not to happen, she looks at my mum in

hope she will stop it but our mother is broken and cannot get a single word out. I quickly

whisper to Lilly “you’re beautiful and extraordinary, nothing can change that… I’ll be here

waiting for you when you get out” she smiles and gives in to the doctors.

My mother has fallen asleep on the leather couch near the window, she no longer sleeps

gently, instead she wriggles and moans… like she wants to get away from something. I on the

other hand lay awake, motionless. Although I feel almost paralysed my brain doesn’t stop,

thought after thought, struggle after struggle. And then it hits me. In the last 2 years, I have

done everything in my will to make sure my sister doesn’t lose her youth, but in it all, I have

lost mine. The thought terrifies me. I’m only 16 years of age and I am being consumed by a

black hole. However, it is my duty to make sure Lilly has no fear. So, I must push through,

mask my emotions and keep my sister safe for she is the one terminally ill… not