Monologue Of Mary's Suicides

A rope. That was all it took for everything to happen. A rope that caused a life to be lost, tears to flow and most importantly, someone's beloved to disappear from this world. This is the story of how my beloved, Mary died because of a rope.

In the humid air of England, those who resides there would tell you, many accidents have occured before and many more would, whether it be an accident or more. Although, I have to admit, there was not one case that was as strange as Mary's. You see, Mary was not murdered, nor did she died from an accident. Instead, it was all because of a rope.

It happened during one dim and mellow evening, when I was accompanying her back to her house. With our hands filled with groceries, we were talking about the mere coincidences in life, and how we met, which I shall not mention how, as this is a story about Mary, and not me and Mary. As I was saying, we were walking and all of a sudden, a pitiful and feeble sound rang out from our left. Meow, meow. It seemed to get softer and weaker as the passing seconds went by, which by …show more content…
Slowly but surely, as clear as a the world was after a constant battle of nature's crying, it happened. Mary, who was running towards the cat, tripped over that rope which was freely dangling at the edge of the bridge and then, she disappeared. Off she went and forward I came, trying my best to no avail to grab on to my love of my life, the only person I knew who died because of a rope. And that was the end. I failed. Her hand slipped, as expected from one's hands which was already slippery from the sweat she produced from carrying the grocery bags. And that is the end of how Mary, my love to me, just another person who died to all Londeners, disappeared from my life. And of course, the kitten went down with her, but not the