The Monologue (Part 2)

There was a text from my uncle saying that my grandfather had passed away last night. It was 4am, and the only man I've ever loved just left me. While the bitter wind stung my cheeks, I was unable to cry, unable to talk, but managed to arrive home. Hoping that it's all just a bad dream, I slept. And like a nightmare, I awoke later by my own sobbing.

That day I thought my soul slipped for good. Since then, I had my fair share of binging on the drugs and drinks that I could get my hands on. But after a while, it all just seemed boring when I saw all the drifters, living dead, and self-pities that I was surrounded by. I am probably a fallen woman, but the few things that this job has taught me was, never be a sucker. So now, I've done the grieving, the quick bucks, the uppers and downers, but where was all this leading to?

Being young, street-smart, and got a few quid to my name, I'm sure I can do something with myself. Even though I no longer have anyone to depend on, I had to strengthen myself, and the best armor of all is money. Not being very good at math, but having a self-owned business for quite a while, I've decided to make it my thing.

I started asking a few of my clients about where the best business schools are and checking them out online, and I got my eyes set on a school not too far from where I lived, known to be the best business school in the business.

So, hard work, applied, got in. I guess all the tricks that I've turned really paid off, in every way you can think of! When I told my clients of the news, most of them were surprisingly supportive, some even offered to pay, just so they can be part of this growth of mine. I bid them farewell and started the long, hard road of learning.

I must say, that was a lot harder than lying on your back and do the crossword puzzle in your brain. But of course I passed the course and got myself a degree. My grandpa would have been proud. Like I said, he was the only one that I've loved, because he was the only one who really gave me the time and day, and really listened to what I had to say and cared about me when my own parents were too ashamed and disgraced by me, as if having me was their biggest mistake.

Now, equipped with my knowledge, I'm shone in a different light. I'm no longer the whore, but the whore who's got a degree. Pretty soon after I graduated, I put together a shop, a men's clothing shop, and the future seemed like diamonds and pearls.