english paper on a made up version of the "cask of amontilado"

Submitted By shelby_marie134
Words: 1964
Pages: 8

I decided to go back to the carnival; once I arrived there was dancing, singing, and laughter- I soon forgot all about Fortunato. I was drinking and telling jokes… then I saw “her”. Everything just seemed so far away at the moment when I was looking at her- She was so beautiful. The way her long brownish red hair fell down to the middle of her back in loose spiral curls, her grey-blue eyes, the freckles that were sprinkled across her tan skin, then I heard her laugh… it sounded like soft velvet. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I knew right then and there, I had to get to know her. So I walked up to her and asked her to dance, my heart sped up when she said “yes”. She took my hand and led me to the dance floor. That night we danced all night long, never letting go of each other as if we thought the other would simply disappear if we were to ever look away. Looking at her more intently, I noticed she seemed to glow in happiness, she truly was beautiful. I had come to find out that her name was Pailey, and I thought what a unique name to have but it fit her perfectly. When the carnival finally ended, we went our separate ways for the night and agreed to meet up in the morning to spend the day together. As I was walking home I couldn’t help but fill elated- something that I haven’t felt since high school after Fortunato stole Marie and married her. I’ve hated Fortunato ever since then. I have to admit, I killed Marie… if I couldn’t have her then neither could Fortunato. He and I used to be as close as brothers… but when he started dating her, then proposed to her, and lastly- married her… I hated him with a bloody passion. I thought Marie loved me but I later found out she used me to get closer to him so that’s why I killed her. I would’ve killed Fortunato to, but then would’ve have seemed a little odd and I had to plan the perfect death after his last insult, which was the last straw for me. It still echoes in the back of my mind “it was too easy to steal Marie away from you, you never stood a chance” he said while laughing. When he said that, my blood started to boil, but I just kept quit, smiled and starting planning his death, and it wouldn’t be as quick and non-painful as Marie’s was… no, it was going to be long and suffering, and that’s when I came up with my plan in the catacombs. The next morning I woke up early to a bad nightmare of Fortunato escaping from the catacombs and telling everyone in the city about what I did to him… so I quickly rushed down to where I left the foolish man I used to once long ago call my friend, and I could tell that the wall has been untouched. I sighed in relief and went back upstairs to spend the day with pailey. I don’t know what it was about her, but she made me feel whole and that I might just have a second chance to have my happy ending. Many feared me because I'm hateful and mean, but I wasn’t always like this… when you have someone stolen from you that your head over heels in love with, your whole world just seems to shatter, and when mine did… I was engulfed into a dark world of hatred. I couldn’t help but think that pailey might be my second chance at love and break my bad habits of killing people who I felt that got in my way… kind of like Fortunato. I was itching to see her already, time seemed to be mocking me so I sat down at the breakfast table and started writing a poem; “I don’t know- I don’t know what I've been doing… I don’t know where I've been or what I've been doing… but I think ill try again… I do not know how I've gone this long with so little of a clue… I don’t know I've gone this long living without you. Time it passes ever faster, but somehow it seems so slow, don’t let it become your master or the endlessness shall grow. If I don’t even know myself, than I guess I can’t know you… I think I need to find myself before I marry you…” I finally ended the poem and while I was putting away my journal, the doorbell rang and I knew it was her. When I opened…