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He's Home Monologue

He's Home by Brittany Douglas
Character: Helen
Gender: Female
Age (range): 30s
Style: Drama
Length: 3 minutes


There I was on that cold, cold night waiting for him to come home. He never did. I needed him but he never came to me. I tried to call and all I heard was silence. I was scared. I went into the house and sat by the lit candles and waited by the phone, for that 1 phone call that I knew I would never get. I sat there waiting, waiting for the heavy bricks to be lifted off my shoulders. I so badly wanted to hear his voice and know that he was ok, know that he still loved me.

The windows were fogging up and the fire started to die down but still no hear of him. Why is he doing this to me? What have I done? I was there all by myself staring at the wall, letting my imagination run wild; I don't know whether to think the worst or to think the best. I mean, what would you do in a situation like that?

I was lost in a world that I never want to be in again. Lightning was flashing and thunder was crashing. Every were I turned he was there, but when I went to hug him he would be gone. My heart feels a pain never felt before. I seen headlights but when they got closer and my heart beats faster, the car would just drive on and pass. My hopes where shot. I seen more and more headlights but none stopped. Then I seen an ambulance and I started to weep. "It wasn't him, it wasn't him..." I wept. I saw another pair of headlights only this time they were slowing down, and pulled into my driveway. The sheriff stepped out and came to the porch.

Then I heard a knock that was unforgettable: knock knock knock!!! I opened the door knowing why he was here. He told me the worst news a woman could ever hear. My husband is now dead because of a drunk driver that decided to risk his life and my husbands. I can't understand how he is here one day and gone the next. I course out loud! I faint onto the hard floor. My mind goes blank. I can only see the accident in motion. My heart skips a beat or so and all of a sudden I am weeping over his casket. His face is beautiful. I know now after many of long nights that, God took him from me because he needed him. God simply wanted another angle up there with him. When I think of this I can't seem to be angry or upset anymore. I am happy that my husband is helping others and I smile now knowing he's were he needs to be: HE'S HOME!