Practice monologue english

An year has 52 weeks, a week has seven days, a day has 24 hours, an hour has 60 minutes and a minute has 60 seconds.
I am 24 years and 224 days old, which is equal to 78 crores,86 lakhs, 59 thousand and 200 seconds.
Out of these, I’ve felt alive for 10 seconds of my life.
The phone rang. THE PHONE RANG. My phone never rings, except on Sundays when my dad used to call and the day was Wednesday, I had no friends, no relatives who’d be interested in talking to me. I had to slap myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. The slap hurt. The phone was ringing- I answered it.
The gruff voice on the other end of the phone said “Your father is dead” and a few other details which I can’t recall, well I never heard them in the first place. I responded with a polite “thank you” and hung up the phone. Death calls for grief, I was elated beyond words. My father was dead, those years of torment, being bullied and bossed around, being beaten with belts and sticks and what not, those years had come to an end. The reason I had a dead mother, and no relatives who were on speaking terms with us was gone. There wasn’t a person who’d now tell me what to do. The 10 seconds were up.
There wasn’t a person who’d now tell me what to do. All my life I’d had a voice in my ear telling me, no, ordering me what to do. Without him I was lost. He’d turned me into this, this!
This was his last beating. The bastard.