Trypsin Monologue Letters
12/12/14
Dear Larry,
You did it again, and I could not take it anymore. All the pain, all the heartache, and the years of trying to be everything you ever wanted just for it to never be enough. What did she have that made her more worthy? What did she do to make you leave me? I’ve cried over it for too many nights, enough of the tears. I finally woke up. I finally realized that you didn’t deserve the life I was trying to build with you. It’s finally time for me to change the game. It’s finally time for you to feel like pain that you’ve caused me. By any means necessary.
Sitting in Microbiology one day I heard something that struck me. I was in a daze when I heard my professor say that viruses work by changing the genetic profile of a cell. …show more content…
The enzymes meant to digest your food and nourish you turned on you and started eating your body instead. In your bloodstream was a virus that was very specific to Alpha-1 Antitrypsin, the substance that inactivates Trypsin, Chymotrypsin, and Neutrophil Elastase. I know that’s all Chinese to you but you’ll soon understand. I decided to play a game with you, the same way you played games with me. I decided to trick your body into thinking it was doing what it was supposed to. My virus found and bound itself to the Alpha-1 Antitrypsin making it think it was binding to the enzymes it was meant for. I chuckled at myself when I heard the doctors diagnosed you with Alpha-1 Antitrypsin deficiency, a genetic disorder. How foolish were these doctors to diagnose a genetic disorder without doing genetic testing? But hey, it really didn’t matter to me, my plan was working. Over time, the build-up of Trypsin and uncontrolled Neutrophils destroyed your body. Suddenly you’re bleeding excessively, you’re sick from an excess of toxins, and your liver is shot. That was me. You can’t breathe, your lungs won’t take in the air you need and you need continuous oxygen to survive. Your lungs are destroyed and you can thank me. But you see I know that you took your last breath you knew it was me. Your dying words, in that hospital bed, with me standing by your side like I cared were exactly what again? I do believe my dear that they were “You sneaky little
Dear Larry,
You did it again, and I could not take it anymore. All the pain, all the heartache, and the years of trying to be everything you ever wanted just for it to never be enough. What did she have that made her more worthy? What did she do to make you leave me? I’ve cried over it for too many nights, enough of the tears. I finally woke up. I finally realized that you didn’t deserve the life I was trying to build with you. It’s finally time for me to change the game. It’s finally time for you to feel like pain that you’ve caused me. By any means necessary.
Sitting in Microbiology one day I heard something that struck me. I was in a daze when I heard my professor say that viruses work by changing the genetic profile of a cell. …show more content…
The enzymes meant to digest your food and nourish you turned on you and started eating your body instead. In your bloodstream was a virus that was very specific to Alpha-1 Antitrypsin, the substance that inactivates Trypsin, Chymotrypsin, and Neutrophil Elastase. I know that’s all Chinese to you but you’ll soon understand. I decided to play a game with you, the same way you played games with me. I decided to trick your body into thinking it was doing what it was supposed to. My virus found and bound itself to the Alpha-1 Antitrypsin making it think it was binding to the enzymes it was meant for. I chuckled at myself when I heard the doctors diagnosed you with Alpha-1 Antitrypsin deficiency, a genetic disorder. How foolish were these doctors to diagnose a genetic disorder without doing genetic testing? But hey, it really didn’t matter to me, my plan was working. Over time, the build-up of Trypsin and uncontrolled Neutrophils destroyed your body. Suddenly you’re bleeding excessively, you’re sick from an excess of toxins, and your liver is shot. That was me. You can’t breathe, your lungs won’t take in the air you need and you need continuous oxygen to survive. Your lungs are destroyed and you can thank me. But you see I know that you took your last breath you knew it was me. Your dying words, in that hospital bed, with me standing by your side like I cared were exactly what again? I do believe my dear that they were “You sneaky little