Interior monologue
Interior monologueContext-
Daniel Borough, age 17, is a paraplegic who has been in a wheelchair most of his life. When he was 3 he was in a car accident with his parents, which ended up with his becoming disabled. He has been brought up in a well off family but seems to be very alone at times. During his life he sees so called �normal� people around him gawking and staring. He has become very defensive and aggressive towards people in general and their ignorance towards people with a physical disability. Daniel is in a shopping centre heading towards a CD store.
Monologue-
Yeah, what the hell are you looking at? Do you have a problem? Give me a bloody break and stop looking at me. I�m sick of these damn people. Look at them acting so bloody stupid and ignorant. Can�t their minute brains comprehend that someone in a wheelchair is normal? Do they think I�m some sort of freak, some circus act, some goddamn freak show! Do they get their kicks out of just looking at me and making some dim-witted comments to their friends? I�m sick of these bastards, absolutely sick of them.
Here I am wheeling through the shopping centre just wanting to go to the music store to pick up that new CD I wanted. But as usual I have to deal with being stared at continuously by these narrow-minded people who just think of me as some kind of retard.
I don�t remember the accident, the car accident that is. I remember growing up in the wheelchair though. Well, for a while when I was young it wasn�t a wheelchair that I had; it was this little skateboard type thing you could say. It used to bother me how I saw kids running around and playing while I was there in my wheelchair. I thought that I had done something wrong to deserve to be in that wheelchair. Today I guess I�m just used it all. Ofcourse it bothers me to see people running around and all that kind of stuff, but I�ve realised that I�m going to have to be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life so there is no point in me getting all upset about other people being able to use their legs. I remember doing leg exercises all the time on this bicycle my grandpa made. I had to use my arms to make it move and it would move my legs as if I was riding the bike. I don�t really do exercises for my legs any more; I guess I�m just getting lazy, or maybe I just see no point.
Look at this guy on my right; he sure as hell has a bloody problem, he�s giving me the dirtiest look. Does he think it was my choice to be in this damned wheelchair? Everyday I wish I could walk so I wouldn�t be treated inferior by every person I see. Day after day I am stared at, gawked at, snickered at, and why? Because I can�t move my legs. Oh, look at that guy, he�s in a wheelchair, he can�t move his legs, he can�t walk. What I do know is I can indubitably move my middle finger and tell them where to go. I just wish I was like everyone else; wish I didn�t have to be in this god-awful wheelchair where people just stare at me all day long. I just wish people would quit their �I�m superior� attitude. They don�t understand, they are just ignorant pigs. They don�t know what it�s like for people like me growing up having to deal with all this crap. I�ve had to deal with these �people� issues all my life, I�m sick of it.
As I was coming home from school one day about a year or so ago, there was a group of about four of five school boys from another school sitting at a bus stop. I remember as I went past them one of my legs started shaking, it�s kind of annoying when it does that but the doctor said it�s just some nerve thing. I can�t bloody help my nerves in my legs, it�s not my fault they do that. I remember how the group just started laughing and making comments like �He�s having spasms�, �He�s going to explode�. Right then and there did I just wish that someone in one of the cars driving past had a heart attack and their foot just slammed down the accelerator and ploughed right into this group of bastards. I hate people, I utterly hate them.
Ah, here�s the damn CD store, I can finally get that CD now. I wonder if I�ll be shouted at by the employee here who thinks I�m deaf too just because I�m in a wheelchair. I remember last time that happened, I just felt like shouting back at the imbecile. But then I bet if I did they would think � oh, look at the crazy guy in the wheelchair, he�s shouting at the employee�. I wouldn�t give the people the satisfaction of that. Ah, I�ve found the CD. I�ll just get my wallet and go up to the counter to pay for it.
�HI, HOW CAN I HELP YOU�, the lady at the counter shouted.