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Hope you guys appreciate this! I made this for our English class.
Montresor…
It has been a week. Every night, I'd hear the same voice over and over again. The noise was driving me insane. This was not supposed to happen… I was not supposed to feel the guilt. But his voice… it sounded so real. The darkness… the catacomb…
For the love of God…
Stop it. Please, stop this madness, just this once.
MONTRESOR!
I suddenly bolted awake. Cold sweat covered my body; fear gripped me; and I was breathless. I took a deep breath. This was getting me nowhere. As I was recovering from this, I could not help but remember him once again. Fortunato's image flashed in my mind. And again, I heard his voice. I could feel the anguish, the bewilderment, and the pain. For a man like I, this was not supposed to happen. Everyone dies, do they not?
"I really must restrain myself from thinking such nonsense. Fortunato is long gone. I should enjoy myself," I sighed. But this did nothing to reassure me.
"Sir, I apologize for the disturbance, but a, um, high official is waiting for you outside," one of the maids said while she knocked on my bedroom door.
As soon as she said this, my blood ran dry. Everything in the room froze. A minute passed. I was still mortified.
"…Sir?"
I took a deep breath for the nth time.
"I-I'll be right there,"
This was highly unacceptable. I was NOT a weak character… but this unbearable pain in my chest makes me want to die. I wanted to die. I wanted to finally end this suffering. But I could not. I was too much of a coward to die.
The day passed by rather slowly. A voice existed somewhere in my mind, and it has been nagging at me to visit the catacomb where I left Fortunato to die. I was at my breaking point; if I suffered any longer I would have gone insane if I still call myself sane now.
Midnight… Catacomb… Fortunato… GO!
I could not resist the voice; it was like a hypnotic chant that kept on urging me to go.
At last, I have arrived. It has been more than a week. The memory was still fresh. I shivered; was that… fear? I shook my head. I am not WEAK.
I descended the small staircase down the catacomb and as I reached the wall where I left Fortunato, I felt cold. Vivid images of Fortunato… I shook my head.
Remove… Stone…
I slowly removed the stones that covered the niche. And to my great surprise… No one was inside.
"Montresor…"
It happened all over again. But it was I who was bound. I saw Fortunato slowly covering up the wall, and with a dazed expression, I shouted.
"For the love of God, Fortunato!"
Then the light from the torch vanished, along with my hopes of living.