"The half drawn curtain moved..." an expressive piece that demonstrates use of interior monologue.

“The half drawn curtain moved…”

The half drawn curtain moved to unmask the sight of man injured in a hospital bed. I did not know this man. But the sight of him could not escape my mind. The image, soaked in my head, I couldn’t take it any more. I flipped the channel in hopes of occupying my brain. ESPN, hopefully that would be the cure. Oh, even better, it was the weekend’s featured high school basketball game. St. Patrick’s vs. Winter Park. This should be interesting…

As the game was closing to an end, the pain, the feeling of that horrible sight came back to me; almost haunting me in a sense. It was terrifying, for I can not describe what I saw in those few shorts seconds of seeing the man in the hospital bed. In some cases, it almost felt like I knew the man. Maybe it’s a sign of Déjà vu? My mind couldn’t decide so I tried to get my mind off the matter. And what better way to do so, than take a stroll down to the park? While there, I could burn off some of those calories I gained while sitting on the coach.

While I strolled down to the park, I could feel the spring breeze flowing through the air, as well as the smell of flowers blossoming for summer. Maybe this was a good idea. Finally, as I was closing in on the park, I saw the next victims of my eventual tirade on the court. Upon my arrival, I immediately joined their pick-up game that they established and did my thing. Taking the ball strong to the hoop, nothing could get in my way. Not even the horrors of the man in the hospital bed.

When the game came to a close, curiosity struck my mind in a matter of an instant. The man in the hospital replayed in my mind once again. I couldn’t help it. What was so significant of this man? The horror had no meaning to me, but couldn’t escape my mind. Would this haunt me forever? These questions filled my mind, as I had no idea of what to do.

But in a matter of seconds, my phone went off. Who could it be? My parent were who, but I wondered why they’d be calling me right now. I had just spoke with them last night, so it must be serious matter. “Your uncle Todd is hurt Kyle, the doctors say he‘s in serious condition.”, my parents said. I had nothing to say, but just cried. As I rushed to the hospital, hoping I could make one last impression before my uncle would pass away, I soon discovered what had been haunting me this whole time. It was the image of my uncle dying, and there was nothing I could do about it…The man symbolized so much for me, and without him, life just couldn’t be the same. Goodbye uncle Todd, for I now know the truth behind my premonition…