Main Character's Internal Monologue

Internal Monologue:

(Ben and I both talked about what he shou;ld say, then I wrote it out.)

“This is me. I know what you’re thinking, in fact, I know many things; I know I got fired from work two months ago; I know my close friend Tony also got fired; I know that the reason we were fired is the recession this country is in; and now, I even know what its like to kill a man.

Now here’s what you want to know; I am being held captive by one of the deadliest drug gangs in the UK, you don’t need to know how or why just yet, you’ll soon know everything, but what I will tell you now is that I am here because I simply know too much.

So here’s how it started. The night Tony and I got fired we went down to our local for a few drinks. We talked about bills, debts, money in general really, and realised that we needed money. Fast. Tony had an idea. It seemed a good idea at the time… we were wrong.

So we ended up getting into the business of conning people out of there money. Our deals went as sweet as sugar. We had a system. A simple routine to get enough money to feed us for months; we’d go out and track down some junkies, junkies with a lot of money. We’d take them somewhere discrete, out of sight, somewhere they could be shut away. We’d sit in a small room and get out a suitcase of what they believe to be cocaine. They’d have a sniff of a small sample until they decided it was good stuff. Then we’d get the money. A wonderful big bag full of 20’s. Here’s the thing, me and Tony, we’re greedy, and we don’t wanna buy some cocaine to sell. What we did was buy a small amount of coke for the junkies to sniff, and then fill the briefcase up with sugar. They’d think its real and pay for it. What happens next is I get a very important phone call, when really Tony is calling me from his phone. I use this as an excuse to leave the room. Tony then gets them to sniff more coke, then I come back in and tell him I need Tony on the phone. The junkies don’t mind, they have the suitcase of drugs… and we have the money. We leave with the money locking them in behind. A clean get away, normally. This my friend is where the sugar went sour.”