Felix d'Hermillon Creative Language Essay

Felix d’Hermillon

English

English BM Rough Draft

“Repeat after me Alex, ‘you’. Say it with me Alex,” said the therapist for the third time this session. 

He repeated that sentence every time after he explained what Alex was doing wrong and how he should fix it. The therapist was a simple man. He was 39 years old, lived in Shepard's bush, just outside of London and made $120,000 a year. His father died 6 years ago. His mother moved in with him a year after he died because she fell down the stairs. He went to school for 6 years to get his medical degree in vocal therapy. This mans name was Winston Howard , named after his great Grandfather. People often times called him Winny. 

“You, You, You.... Yooooouuuuu,” they repeated over and over.

“Really suck in those O’s Alex, You.” replied Winny.

“You, You, Yoooouu,” said Alex.

“That was it Alex, now try the whole sentence,” Winny yelps with joy. They were working on “You” for the past 20 minutes. 

Alex was not his average customer. Alex turner was the most famous person that he has ever worked with. Alex Turner was the lead singer and guitarist for the arctic monkeys. Of course Winston loved the arctic monkeys with a passion but he hated Alex Turner. Alex Turner was the reason that his father died. Winston several years ago followed the arctic monkeys all across Europe. Winston knew everything about Alex Turner, and that was how he knew that Alex Turner killed his father. Alex Turner had a 1970 Triumph Spitfire. It was in a British Racing Green. It was in perfect condition, until that fatal night. Winny was at one of their concerts. They played at the Rubber Ducky in Central London. Winny’s dad was coming to pick him up. Winny had, quite a bit to drink, but so did Alex Turner. His dad was helping Winny cross the street, he helped him walk to the passenger side. A car comes flying down the road. His dad shut the door and was about to His dad was already at his door about to get in the car. He gets plowed through by the Spitfire. It had been declared a hit and run by those stupid pigs. They would barely investigate the crime, but he had known who it was. He told them over and over “Alex Turner, it was Alex Turner!!!” he sobbed. The pigs went to see his car but there wasn’t a scratch on it. 

“Are you mine.” Alex says perfectly.

“That was perfect Alex try singing it now.” he says masking his true tone of voice. 

“Are you miiiiiiine” Alex sang.

“That was brilliant Alex”  he says as he lied straight through his teeth. The “you” was perfect but he hated Alex. Winny was the only one that knew he had two Spitfires. Winny stalked Alex a while ago, tapped his phone lines and he heard him say that he had two spitfire models with the same license plate and the same serial number. 

“Can you sing me the song from the beginning” he grudged. Alex sensed that he had a grudge over something but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knew that it had to do with him but he had no idea what it was that made Winston so angry.


“I'm a puppet on a string... Are you mine?” Alex sang the song perfectly with his new accent. He had hit all the notes perfectly and perfected his “You’s”. It was at this moment in time that Winny decided that he was going to kill Alex turner. He had to start planning it all out. He had to plan where he was going to do it, how he was going to do it and where to dispose of the body. He knew that he had to wear gloves, and had to be ready to leave the city or even country if the fuzz caught his sent. He knew what he had to do to end Alex Turner.

“Nice work today Alex, thank you so much for coming in. I’ll see you tomorrow at four o’clock, correct. Cheerio.” Winny said.

“Cheerio, see you tomorrow mate.” he replied exactly the way that Winny taught him.

As soon as Winny got home  he went straight to his basemsent. He was going to murder Alex Turner tomorrow. His mom yelled down the stairs “Winny, dinners ready.”

“Shut Up Ma’!!!!! I’m doin’ somethin’!!!! Bloody Hell!!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. 


He went in the next day thinking only of Alex. He had 5 appointments before he saw Alex at 5. He knew that only one of them was going to leave from that office. Alex was his last patient and then Winny would finally have the weight of his fathers death off of his shoulders. His first customer went by extremely slow. It was only an hour and a half but it felt like four hours. Winny was anxious. He was getting sloppy only in his first customer. He kept saying words that were off topic like “Kill” and “Shoot” and “Death”. He spaced out frequently during the sessions. After the first patient, he pulled himself over to the side and got a grip. He went outside to have a smoke and came back a loose and relaxed man, prepared for what he was going to do at 5. Every other patient went by much quicker. All of them were very bland.  3 o’clock, 4 o’clock, next he knew, it was time for him to call Alex into the office.  

“Alex... Dr. Howard will see you now.”, the secretary said

“Thank you Elanor. Come with me Alex, shall you?”, said Winny

“Hows it going Doctor” was the last thing that anybody has heard from Alex Turner. 


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