Hello stranger.
I see you sitting there, not eating your dinner, but staring at me.
Who are you, stranger?
Why do you stare at me so?
I hope you know what you look like; desperate.
Confused.
Are you insane, stranger?
Are you haunted by your past, stranger?
Is there a reason for your terrible appearance?
Sunken eyes, dark underlinings, gray tinged skin.
You are such a contrast to the black eye patch that you wear.
Did you know that you look like death alive, stranger?
Why aren't you answering me?
Can you not hear me, stranger?
Are you listening?
Why are you standing? leaving the room?
Why am I following you, stranger?
Why won't you answer me?
You've stopped now, sinking down against a wall.
Do you know where you are?
Why are you sitting against the bathroom wall, stranger?
Do you know what you look like now?
Defeated.
What defeated you?
Life?
Answer me, stranger!
Don't just sit there looking pathetic.
It's been a long time since you left.
Someone's banging on the door.
Do you even care, stranger?
What are you getting from your back pockets?
Is that a gun?
Why are you loading a gun, stranger?
What has defeated you to this point?
Why is the gun pointed into the roof of your mouth?
Are you really going to shoot?
Really?
You're looking across the room, right into the mirror.
Right at me.
Don't do this, stranger.
You pull the trigger one last time.