Jem Finch Monologue

Of course, I am stuck in my wheelchair on my porch in my final days waiting for my terrible addiction to go away.
I remember the first time I took morphine to help ease my terrible pain, and it wasn't going to be the last time I had it either. All I can do now is pray, “God, please help me.”
It was now, as I sit here on my porch I remember back to all the hard times I went through with morphine. I don’t know why I even did it in the first place. I knew for a fact that even though I had been addicted for so long I was going to die clean and make sure that when I die I don’t even remember what morphine is or that I ever had taken it. It was that nice summer day 1 year ago when I was sitting on my porch.
“Hi Mrs. Dubose.” It was Jem. He

“Jem Finch what do you think you’re doing. I can’t believe you. You better send your daddy over here so I can talk to him and tell him what you have just done to my property. You better come with him and when you come back I’m going to be waiting for an apology. Also, be back soon because I don’t have all day to sit out

Finally, it came to me. Every day Jem came, I would not take morphine once he was here, but once he left I was allowed to take it again. I then remember having to wait two weeks for him to start reading to me. On the first day, I was nervous I wouldn’t make it the whole time. Once Jem left a long 40 minutes later I took the morphine again but I realized those 40 minutes were not too bad. Jem continued to come every day and it seemed like he was staying longer and longer each day which means I went longer and longer without taking morphine. It seemed like Jem started by coming for 40 minutes and I remember 3 months later when he was done reading to me, he seemed like he was staying for hours each day. I also remember, Jem did not like my room in which he read to me. I didn’t know for sure but I believed it was because he would always talk with a very monotone voice and it gave me a very weird feeling. The feeling you get from nails on a chalkboard. Also, I remember he was always coughing because he said it was hard to breathe in my room. He probably thought it was very stuffy and dirty. I will always remember though the times I couldn’t take my morphine. I loved relaxing on my porch and that is were I felt it was peaceful. In my final days, I thought back to all the times Jem had come over and read to me and I finally came to realize that if he never wrecked my flowers, he would never have read