Suicide. That's what he did, but that's not what he died of. No, you killed him long before he picked up that steak knife.
So, what? You think you saved him from his pit of darkness? You made it worse, you made it so much worse. You led him out into the light and left him to burn in the stark contrast. He was so starved of love that he was willing to grasp onto anything. He was completely prepared to hang on our every manipulative, condescending, hypocritical word.
You think you know what love is? Sorry, but it's about compromise. "Love takes work", didn't you say that? "Love is worth fighting for", what happened to that? What happened to all of it? You stopped working, but it wasn't because of anything he did like you tell everyone. No. You put a treat on the ground and told him to crawl to you. And when he only got halfway before collapsing from the exhaustion of trying to keep up you didn't run the rest of the way to help him stand. You turned up your nose and walked away.
(beat)
I know during times like this people tell you that it wasn't your fault he died. It wasn't your fault he slit his throat, but it was. (point to tombstone) So look what you did.
LOOK WHAT YOU DID.
You. Killed. Him.
And now you think you can come to me at his grave and comfort me? No. It doesn't suit you being down here with the commoners, Madame Holier-Than-Thou.
(beat)
Get back on your throne, mom, you like the view best from there.
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Monologue Collection
DiversosEvery so often inspiration strikes and I get the motivation to write a monologue. Use these for a class or an audition, I don't care. ~Ali J.T.
