Aitole Mannerino
Old ladys in a nursing hjhome... who thinks the telephone company doesnt want her business because she is old and unable to function on her own... She just wants long distance on her phone... with the hopes that maybe there is someone out there in the world that she can talk to... But there is no one for her to call... I am her whole life now... I am the voice that reminds her that there is a world outside of her own personal prison. Co one calls her but me... Her family has forgoten her... I am the only person outside of the nursing home that has talked to her in years... She is ready to die... She is a prisoner of her own life. All my call does is remind her that everyone she has ever loved in her life is dead already or else they have disappeared when she came to this dreadful place. She wants to die and would kill herself if she didnt think she would go straight to hell... The only hope she has for being happy again is to die and go to heaven where there might be people who do care about her... She stares at the small television in her room... she is no longer a person rather she is a shell of who she used to be... She can only see the reflection of her withered body in the screen... she sits there lifeless wishing the sun would not come up tomorrow. Everyone is dead... but her... Why cant this moment of suffering and pain end? What does it take to take that final sweet plunge?
By Clinton Smith
By Clinton Smith