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Creative Writing Monologue - How did I end up like this? Slashed up and left to die.

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Introduction

How did I end up like this? Slashed up and left to die in a part of Bristol that Tourist Information is in denial as to its existence. Why would I even consider agreeing to such ludicrous terms? How many times has my mother said one of those embarrassing Irish sayings that no-one says or told you: "Don't talk to stranger," or "Don't let your father be your role model or you'll end up dead just like him." Well I bet my Mum never envisaged me sharing my father's grave before her. It's looking more bloody likely with every minute that goes by. "Pause" I'm eighteen! I should be with friends on the town, drinking and trying cigarettes, not slowly bleeding to death. In its time this is the kind of road that would be full of tourists who can't afford to go abroad and want a cheap seaside holiday; well Bristol seems to have fallen to bits, now it's nothing more than a grimy alleyway. I'm not even sure if I brought this situation upon myself; just another one of those innocent victims of inner city youth gangs. ...read more.

Middle

I want just a few more minutes with my mother to make up for all that I have done. When I was young, my father gave me an option; he said "Wayne, are you going to be a Mummy's boy or a Dad's boy?" From that very moment I made a decision that would be my burden for the rest of my life. I was always a Dad's boy and followed a similar youth to that of my older brother Ashley; I would look up to Ashley - he was who I wanted to be. Dad was always showing off his first born, until he walked out at the age of 15 that is. "Pause, Single Tear" Shortly after his departure my dad committed suicide. My life went downhill and every day seem to be a new low. I blamed my mum for my father's death and taunted and accused her of pushing before he jumped. Although it was not true it gave me great satisfaction hearing my mother's muffled tear and sobs from her room. ...read more.

Conclusion

As they redrew there knives from their pockets and slashed me I didn't resist or cry; I couldn't stand hearing my dad's voice again, "Man up Wayne, man up." I had had enough. "Pause, Voice fades as he is dying" But as this happened I couldn't help but smile to myself. I had seen who was stabbing me, I smiled at him and he smirked back, mocking me. Ashley, who I had looked up to as a child, had come back; maybe not the way I had hoped, but none the less for the past eight years since he left all I have ever wanted was for him to return. I don't hate him for doing it; he was living my father's dream and had done him proud more than I had ever done. "Pause" If I shift my weight I could probably see the name of this god forsaken alley. "Terminal Lane," it probably refers to the nearly airport but I think it fits. The end of my journey, a short journey, but never the less an eventful one. "Terminal Lane". Chuckles "Closes Eyes, Dies". By Jacob (Original Writing) ...read more.

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