Comparing Virginia And John American Monologue

I was staggering down an alley on a dark, moonlight night, after the first long drink of mine after a length of abstinence. My eyelids were drooping so much my vision was forced to blur from the heaviness of my lids. My eyes were resting on the hammocks below my eyes. I needed to sleep yet my stories they would haunt me each night. I hear the beating heart below my floorboards, the scratching on the walls, and the endless calls of crows outside my vision. I thought I could get away from it all. I thought I could, but I couldn’t. They followed me. They’ll follow me everywhere. They? Are they as well here? Are they beyond this turn? Or behind this bin? Or- I was so stuck within my thoughts, I stumbled over a rotten, wood crate for Virginia tobacco. …show more content…
I never would of thought to check for excess tobacco for my pipe in it as only two thoughts occupied my mind: my dearest Virginia and John Allan. The two memories intertwine-the sweetness and spite spiral matching snake's movements. Oh! Virginia, so innocent. You were mine. You made my world luscious. My existence was full of pain and death, but you, you were the light of my life. Why did you have to leave me so soon? Contrasting my Virginia, was grimy, old John Allan was my guardian. He wills nothing for me. He just left me destitute without a cent to my name. I might as well of spit on the crate if it hadn’t been for the virtuous name of Virginia. I heard a tin can sputtered behind me. I needed to keep moving though. That sneaking suspicion of being followed was creeping down my spine. I hastened my steps to keep beat with the heartbeat in my throat. Was that footsteps behind me or just my mind stomping? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t tell. Was I becoming a character in one of my own stories? Would I fall victim to my own sick victimizations of revenge and sorrow? I do not know. All I know is the alcohol is drowning my brain. I will have to bethink reminding myself of my little alcohol