Perfect world- Hannah’s monologue
(Gets up)
I look at some people and think are they perfect? Thing is to me everyone is perfect except from me. Do my old friends consider themselves as perfect? But then what would it be like if I wasn’t here to be perfect? What if I just went away? Disappeared? Maybe I was supposed to get cancer so I would die. How can I be perfect if I want to die? Who would come to my funeral? Maybe because I’m not perfect nobody will come to my funeral, they probably won’t even bother. I’ll be so irrelevant nobody will care. Every time I had an MRI - that's like a CAT scan but better - they managed to find a new one. So three operations and a ride on the radiation rollercoaster later, I'm still here. It's
strange the way people treat you when you're dying. Some completely ignore it and are scared of me and the rest just give me headaches with their sympathy.
strange the way people treat you when you're dying. Some completely ignore it and are scared of me and the rest just give me headaches with their sympathy.
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