Beginning of a Monolouge

Monologue – The Telling of a Story

Thanks for seeing me, I feel like I need to tell someone all of these feelings, all of what I have seen. I think this will be the last time anyone sees me, or hears from me, so this is important. Do you have a pen and paper ready? Good.

Let me start from when I was a kid. My first memory I can remember is my ninth birthday, No presents, no cake, no party. My parents were both fighting on that day and they could not be bothered with the fact that it was their only sons birthday. It was also that day that I got sent away to a

UNFINISHED ~ Joshua fry