Dante's Inferno Dramatic Monologue

Filicide

The body was found on a dreary saturday morning, the white carpet of Dante Iadanza’s room stained with a bright wine red. His throat was slit in a jagged line, the cut uneven and crusted with dark maroon. It wasn’t odd--the way he died--but it felt... uncomfortable nonetheless. To make matters worse, suspects were all too easy to find. Dante had been a quiet kid; his peers taking little to no notice of him. All of his friends were close-knit and inseparable, whittling down the options quite thin. Right off the bat, most of his friends were cut off the list of possible suspects, save a couple. His father, Julian Iadanza, and brother, Daryn Iadanza, were added to the list because they were closest to him the night of the murder, and his ex girlfriend Jacqueline was added based on reports that they had hated each other. Daryn, Dante’s older brother, was hated by the detective that was working the case. He didn’t seem to care one

I’m only here to see how all of this goes,” Em paused, “Besides, Dante hadn’t been talking to me as much recently. Why would I want to slit his throat for such a small reason?” Shay sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get any farther with the teens.
Turning around, she was met face to face with pale skin and dark eyes. She resisted the urge to jump, her hand flying to the pistol she kept at her side. Before she could do anything she regretted, however, she recognized the face as none other than Julian Iadanza. Her shoulders relaxed, and she slid her hand away from her hip. A calm smile graced her lips once more as she held out her hand to the man.
In that moment, she say just how much the murder of his son had taken a toll on his health. His skin was painted a sickly, washed-out white that caused his veins to stand out and his wrinkles to increase in depth. His raven hair was dark and greasy, unbrushed and unwashed for what could have been weeks, despite the fact the murder had taken place only six days