monologue

The narrator’s (Death) monologue

By Abby Tang

from The book thief

By Markus Zusak

To some you may know me very well, but to others you may know me not at all. Those who know me know true sorrow. Here’s a small fact. You are going to die. I do not feel only sorrow I can be cheerful along with many other emotions, but nice… nice has nothing to do with me. Don’t be afraid. I’m nothing if not fair. I look at the colors more than the people. People say dark chocolate suits me best, and I agree; but I do try to enjoy all the billons of colors. They distract me from them. They help me relax when I do my job. No one could ever replace me. I don’t think anyone could stand this as long as I have. You may be asking distractions from whom? It’s the left over humans. The ones that are slowly going mad. But sometimes the distraction fails. Then I see them with their despair and surprised looks, with punctured hearts and beaten lungs. Which lead me to my adventure, meeting a girl three times, but of those times, I never came for her. First a train, her brother, second Himmel street bombing, losing everyone, and third a plane crash, a pilot she never knew. Her name was Liesel Meminger, she had a talent of being left behind, a talent for words stolen and made. But the fourth time I met her, she came with me and I returned her book that I saved. If you feel like it, I’ll tell you her story, but not today. I may be like you in many ways. You may think I am human, but just like I haunt you… I am haunted by humans… my name is Death, but I am only the result of death I do not cause it. It’s that God figure that makes their fates. I wish you all… a happy and long life. One day we will meet again, hopefully that day is far from us.