A/n: This was a short essay I had to write with my group members, for English. It was written from Fortunato's POV, set right after Montresor sealed in the last brick. I couldn't resist but post it here. Co-authored with Joanne and Natalie, who still havn't been informed about my posting it here.
Disclaimer: My life was not as miserable as Poe's and probably, and with hope, never will be. Thus, I shall never have been inspired to write such sad and miserable stories. In short: I don't own the characters in the story. Okay?
The last brick was slid into place, blocking out the light. I heard the faintest sound as Montresor strode away. What a joker, that Montresor!
I called out laughing, "Okay, this is funny. The jokes over, now let me out!"
He must not have heard me through the wall, for there was no reply. I tried crying out, but amidst my screams and shouts, there was no sound. Had Montresor really meant to leave me to die here? He was my friend! He was going to offer me wine! I fought against my conscience for deep down, I was certain he wanted me dead.
What did I do? Why do I deserve this? Have I been evil to him in any way? I thought back. Yes, yes I have. I thought back on all the insults I had aid on him, all the injuries I had given him…
My thoughts were interrupted by coughs, induced by the nitre. If I cough anymore, I would use up the air faster…
I gave another yet cough… How much time had passed? I have forgotten, I couldn't tell. I could feel the air growing thin…
Forgive me Montresor for being so mean. I will try to forgive your revenge...
A/n: Kind of short, yeah I know. Please click that "Go" button right down there...