Hello people, here's a treat i want to give to whoever reads my fanfiction. this was an alt. ending I wrote for my English teacher last year. Now note: I was very emo and depressed last year, so it will be sad probably. rated M for character deaths and swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Catcher in the Rye. J.D. Salinger has the pleasure of owning this damn novel
8/26/2005
Catcher in the Rye Alternate Ending
(The ending starts off with Holden telling his sister to go back to school at 206.)
I then started walking Phoebe back to school. During the walk, we did not talk at all. When we got to her school all she did was walk in. Then I decided to take a walk in Central Park to start thinking of what I was going to do.
I was starting to think that Colorado wasn't going to be for me. I was actually thinking of being one of those bums on the street that have the goddamn sign saying that they were blind or deaf or whatever that shit is so that I wouldn't have to talk or anything. The only damn problem is that if you say you're blind, how people are going to trust your blind if wrote the sign all nice and crap.
Well then I heard these damn fire engines and trucks going buy then I see them going the direction in where Phoebe's school. I then started running and running and running to Phoebe's school. When I got to her school there was fire and ashes. Just…fire and ashes. I went to the fire fighter to ask if anyone survived. "Only if anyone was sick from school, that was the only way any teacher and student would be alive," he said. I was in shock. I had killed my own sister. I felt like crying right there in the middle of everything in front of everyone. I then just started to walk away from the school.
During the walk, all I could think was that I had killed my own sister. I did not kill her with a bat or a gun but by telling her to go back to school. I walked all the way to the old hotel where I was mugged by that goddamn pimp and his hoe before it started to rain. I then saw that damn bastard walking out the door. I have no idea why, but all of a sudden I started running to the bastard. He didn't notice me yet, so as soon as I got into the right distance, I raised my arm, turning my hand into a fist and punched him as hard as I could at his face. I had knocked him out cold, but I could not control myself. I had kept hitting and hitting him as hard as I could. After I had tired myself out, all my knuckles were red with blood and broken. The thing that had hurt me the most was that I had just killed an unconscious person with my hands in front of hundreds of people and it is for sure that a couple of them were police officers. I then just started to run. I had no idea where to run, I just had to run.
I ended up at Central Park right at the Bow Bridge. And I was just thinking about of what happened that day. Phoebe's death, murdering that damn pimp, I just couldn't stand it. I was just crying for no reason. I then stood on the railing of the bridge and fell into the water. Right there, my life flashed right before my eyes. As soon as I fell in the, I had let my lungs fill with water. It was hard, but I was able to do it.
So this was pretty much my life. It was a crappy life time. However I miss everybody that was in my life. Mom, dad, D.B., even that damn pimp, just miss them all.
The End
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Well there you go. If you want to, compare it to my other fic to see how my writing has gone so far. I don't care if you review this one or not cause a friend said I should post this up.