The Red Room Monologue
I have always been fascinated by blood. I was mesmerized whenever I saw it; the curious red color that seemed to almost magically appear from under my skin whenever I had a scratch or cut. Bleeding, to me, was a bizarre occurrence, because I could never genuinely understand why it was necessary for humans to do. It was almost as if it was a bodies way of cheering up it's owner after he or she got hurt, as if the warmth of the bright red liquid was meant to blanket over your wound and distract you from it. It may in fact be strange or unusual to enjoy the sight of blood so much, but I couldn't help it, it's simply intriguing
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The walls, the chairs, and the floors of the long hallway we were walking down were all the same shade of spotless white. The lights above us were intense and harsh, making everything seem even brighter than it already was. It was so incredibly cold that despite my thick jacket and boots I had on, I was positively freezing.
Carol, our tour guide, escorted us into the main room where patients gave blood. As she spoke about procedure and strolled around the room, I found myself realizing how different it was compared to the other areas she had lead us through. Everything appeared the same; the walls were still white and the lights above us continued to wash out everything in the room, including the people. The smell, however, was entirely different. It smelled so strongly of warm blood and stainless steel that I could almost taste it on my …show more content…
It was unnervingly quiet, with only the sound of blood dripping into a bag slowly and the click, click, click of our footsteps to fill the room. I suddenly realized I felt sweaty and weak. My vision, which had been fixed on the tour guide, suddenly became alarmingly blurry. I had to focus on keeping my balance, despite the fact that we weren't even moving. Grabbing my mom's arm, I faintly whispered, “I think I might pass out.”
Everything was still dark and blurry, and I could only vaguely discern that my mom was leading me out of the room. I hear her ask someone, “She doesn't feel well, can we stay in this room for a while?” They must say yes, because she sits me down on a white, surprisingly cushioned, wooden chair and hands me a bottle of water and a pack of peanut butter crackers and instructs me to eat
The walls, the chairs, and the floors of the long hallway we were walking down were all the same shade of spotless white. The lights above us were intense and harsh, making everything seem even brighter than it already was. It was so incredibly cold that despite my thick jacket and boots I had on, I was positively freezing.
Carol, our tour guide, escorted us into the main room where patients gave blood. As she spoke about procedure and strolled around the room, I found myself realizing how different it was compared to the other areas she had lead us through. Everything appeared the same; the walls were still white and the lights above us continued to wash out everything in the room, including the people. The smell, however, was entirely different. It smelled so strongly of warm blood and stainless steel that I could almost taste it on my …show more content…
It was unnervingly quiet, with only the sound of blood dripping into a bag slowly and the click, click, click of our footsteps to fill the room. I suddenly realized I felt sweaty and weak. My vision, which had been fixed on the tour guide, suddenly became alarmingly blurry. I had to focus on keeping my balance, despite the fact that we weren't even moving. Grabbing my mom's arm, I faintly whispered, “I think I might pass out.”
Everything was still dark and blurry, and I could only vaguely discern that my mom was leading me out of the room. I hear her ask someone, “She doesn't feel well, can we stay in this room for a while?” They must say yes, because she sits me down on a white, surprisingly cushioned, wooden chair and hands me a bottle of water and a pack of peanut butter crackers and instructs me to eat