Cruz - Monologue
So, this may suck like woah, cause I typed it on my cell phone at 1230 at night in one fowl swoop, no editing or nothing. The result hopefully has the effect I was looking for...
You told me I needed help. You looked at me as if I terrified you and told me that I was crazy. But I didn't hear you. I heard about what happened when all of my... all the people were announced. Who I'd... killed. I heard about all these families calling for my death, calling for justice. I didn't hear them. I guess neither did the judge, he put me in jail. Like something would change before I died. Like I would turn out normal somehow. I wasn't sent here as punishment. I was sent here to be fixed. Because... they said I needed help.
Yesterday, a reporter came to my cell. There was a guard sitting in on our interview. She asked me why I do what I do, and I told her. To save them all from pain. The reporter thanked me and left. She came back this morning with a guest, she introduced her as Mrs. Hanover. When I said I'd never heard the name in my life, this woman began sobbing. Then she told me I killed her son. He'd been engaged the night before to a high school sweetheart. I didn't listen, because she didn't understand the pain I'd saved him from.
That's when i saw it. She looked up at me and I... I knew what was in those eyes. I knew what they showed. Torture. No, agony, endless and constant. Suddenly I could see this boy's funeral; a young girl with her heart broken... a little boy crying because he didn't have a big brother anymore.
What did I care though?! I can't save everyone, I wish I could. But then I saw you, Dom. I saw how much your heart had broken, all because of me. And I'd do anything to keep you from that pain. And I realized how much I would do to get rid of pain. I hate it. It's what makes life hell.
And i made it. I lived it. All this time, all i was doing was breaking hearts and souls in the palm of my hand, all in the name of salvation. I. Killed. Those people. Each of them had a mother... a lover, a sister, a child, a friend... Any pain I saved, i created in ten fold.
Everything I believe in is nothing. It's shambles. So what the fuck do I do? Do i run away from this existance, and take my own life? But no... for all the souls I have made cry, what waits for me is not paradise...
My life is a tool of evil. And i let it happen for the sake of hope. Hope for a world without pain. But there's no such thing. No such thing as a world without pain.






