Pip's monologue. Cold. Lonely. Scared. The three words that sums up how Im feeling right now

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Oral Examination – Pip Monologue

Cold. Lonely. Scared. The three words that sums up how I’m feeling right now. I’ve never really been so close to death as I was earlier on today, and hope I never do again. I only decided this morning to visit my deceased parents and brothers, not knowing that this visit to the graveyard would be any different to usual visits. I have always tried to visit the graveyard as much as possible, partly to see my parents and brothers but mostly to get away from my sister, Mrs Joe Gargery. Ever since I can remember my sister has cared for me, when she did decide to bring me up, she had only just married Joe, the town’s blacksmith. At first she took very good care of me but then things started to change. If I did the slightest of things to displease her, she would beat me. I try to stay out of her way now, at the graveyard, that way I can’t do anything wrong.

Today, my visit to the graveyard was normal, or so I though on my way there... It was for an autumn day, quite a bit darker than meant to be considering the time of day in which it was. I was making my way through the bleak overgrown patches of nettles that surrounded the stone cold path in which lay beneath my feet. Every so often I felt the ice cold water leak into my ancient boots. The coldness hit my body, it was unbearable, I wrapped myself in my damp jacket hoping the vigorous shaking of my body would stop. My holey trousers tried their best to keep the winds away from my skin but they were failing miserably. Once I got to the graveyard, I stood there at first staring at the tombstones in which my family lay under, when my knees could then no longer hold my body weight; I collapsed on the ground, still staring at the tombstones. Although as per usual I shouted out to see if anyone was there I felt a sort of presents in the graveyard, I thought nothing of it until I heard a sort of grunt that came from behind the bushes. This grunt was followed by a threatening voice of which yelled "Hold your noise!” a terrifying man, in different shades of grey appeared from out of the marshes. I felt myself trying to run away but being too scared. He followed this order with a threat ... "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!” He grabbed hold of me. No longer being able to touch the floor, I felt his large grubby hands grab hold of my cheeks squashing them against my teeth. I didn’t recognise the man from anywhere but then again he had no hat, broken shoes, and an old rag tied round his head. He looked like he had just finished a long hard journey through the countryside as he was soaked in water, smothered in mud, torn by briars and he was limping around shivering, glaring at me. His teeth were chattering. He was cold.

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I thought there and then he was going to kill me, I pleaded best I could, but it was very difficult as my cheeks where being pressed against my teeth, which meant every time I tried to speak I ended up biting chunks out of my chubby cheeks. After my plea for dear life he asked me my name, I had to repeat it a number of times as my nerves were getting the better of my speech. He then asked me where I live, of which my reply was a point of my finger, I indicated where our village ...

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