Tuesday, 18 December 2018
'On the Sidewalk Bleeding Monuloge Essay\r'
' all in all I life is the excruciating pain entering my hurt body. The irritation and agony makes me feel defenceless. I prevail a multitude of varied thoughts racing by my confused mind. As I am impotently laying on the cold, wet concrete, with the rain bore down on me, I am mentation if this is how I am going to die, my life everyplace at the age of compensateeous 16.\r\nI evoke think back and faintly remember person saying, ââ¬Å"thatââ¬â¢s for you royal!ââ¬Â and just thinking to myself, if I was not wearing this stupid jacket that I once thought was so important, I peradventure wouldnââ¬â¢t have even been in this discomforting situation. All I can do at this crest is helplessly lay here praying for someone to lift me. Then finally I take a great effort and look over to the destroy of the street though the rain blurring my vision and light upon the bright neon lights of a vehicle back me. I feel a massive relief, I see two figures coming toward me I s ift to yell again but they seem to just be talking to apiece other. I necessitate to get their attention but all the buy the farm I can make is the bubbling of ocellus filing my mouth, as if I am drowning in my own vital fluid. It sounds like the grunt of an animal(prenominal) and thatââ¬â¢s the scarcely sound I am capable of making in this state. I trigger to panic because the people arenââ¬â¢t recognising that I am there, after I take all my thrust and frustration to get their attention they look at me for a little then they mutter to each other, I canââ¬â¢t understand such(prenominal) they are mumbling about. I just feel powerless hoping he will make the right decision and just get a squealer or hep me. He looks at me, my skim body and the rain soaking my purple royals jacket. He sympathetically says, ââ¬Å"Sorry royal,ââ¬Â and walks away.\r\nAt this very signification I feel frustrated, overwhelmingly confused with offense and abundance. Is it that big of a deal that I am a royal? I am not just a royal, I am Andy. I feel drastically judged and labelled. Right now I will do anything and everything I am physically capable of just to take this jacket off, the only thing that jacket ever did to me was rob me of my life.\r\n'
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