A Beautiful Mind
"Alicia"
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie or the film A Beautiful Mind. I thought both were wonderful. Please do not sue me. I am rather short on funds. Cheers!
ALICIA
"So, how are you, Alicia?" We were walking in the park. I had John David in the stroller. Sol was with me. We often did this, to get away from the pressures of everything. Away from John. A little voice in the back of my mind whispered. I tried to shut it out, but it wouldn't go away.
"Alicia?" He was looking at me, his eyes full of concern. "What?" I had been so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't really heard his question. "How are you, Alicia?" One thing about Sol, he was always very patient with me. "Oh, we're fine. John is on the insulin treatments again. They say that he should be able to go home in a couple of months." The insulin treatments. I shivered inwardly as I thought of them. It was so painful to watch him go through that kind of pain. John would often go into convulsions. I have to look away when that happens. It baffles me how someone so brilliant, a genius, could descend into madness without anyone noticing. How could I not have realized? Was I really so blind?
"No, I mean how are YOU, Alicia?"
Sol's question took me by surprise. No one has asked me that question and really meant it since all of this started. Truthfully, I hadn't really thought of myself much either. John had taken up much of my time.
I sighed, and looked over at Sol. "I don't know. I mean, sometimes I ask 'Why me?' Sometimes I want to just give up and leave it all behind. Sometimes I even wonder why I married John. But, once in a while, he shows me a glimpse of the man that I fell in love with, and I realize that I do love him. It may not be much, but it's all I have."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
My breath caught in my throat as he walked into the room. This isn't John. He looks nothing like the man that I first met. He walks up and we embrace. It is so nice to be in his arms again, even if it is just for a moment. We sit and my mind reels as I try to think of a way to tell him what I know. I know about his "secret".
"Alicia, I have to talk to you." My heart started to beat faster. "Alright."
"Alicia, I have been doing classified work for the government. I wanted to tell you, but it was too dangerous. Even now, we have to be quiet. They may have microphones."
My mind whirled as he told me this. Did he honestly think that it was real?
"John stop."
"No, Alicia, you don't understand. You have to help me get out of here…"
"STOP!"
He looked at me in surprise. I didn't mean to yell at him, but I had to tell him the truth. He had to know the truth. "John, it's not real. There is no William Parcher."
"What are you talking about?"
I took the stack of "Classified" documents from the bag that I had with me, and put them on the table.
"It's not real. It's not real, John. You're sick."
He got up and ran from the table, ignoring me when I called for him. "John. John! JOHN!!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
He is undergoing the insulin treatments again. I watch as he is assisted onto the table. He doesn't realize what is going on. They tighten the restraints, and a nurse injects a needle into his arm. He looks up at me just before his eyes close, and he slips into unconciousness.
"Alicia"
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie or the film A Beautiful Mind. I thought both were wonderful. Please do not sue me. I am rather short on funds. Cheers!
ALICIA
"So, how are you, Alicia?" We were walking in the park. I had John David in the stroller. Sol was with me. We often did this, to get away from the pressures of everything. Away from John. A little voice in the back of my mind whispered. I tried to shut it out, but it wouldn't go away.
"Alicia?" He was looking at me, his eyes full of concern. "What?" I had been so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't really heard his question. "How are you, Alicia?" One thing about Sol, he was always very patient with me. "Oh, we're fine. John is on the insulin treatments again. They say that he should be able to go home in a couple of months." The insulin treatments. I shivered inwardly as I thought of them. It was so painful to watch him go through that kind of pain. John would often go into convulsions. I have to look away when that happens. It baffles me how someone so brilliant, a genius, could descend into madness without anyone noticing. How could I not have realized? Was I really so blind?
"No, I mean how are YOU, Alicia?"
Sol's question took me by surprise. No one has asked me that question and really meant it since all of this started. Truthfully, I hadn't really thought of myself much either. John had taken up much of my time.
I sighed, and looked over at Sol. "I don't know. I mean, sometimes I ask 'Why me?' Sometimes I want to just give up and leave it all behind. Sometimes I even wonder why I married John. But, once in a while, he shows me a glimpse of the man that I fell in love with, and I realize that I do love him. It may not be much, but it's all I have."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
My breath caught in my throat as he walked into the room. This isn't John. He looks nothing like the man that I first met. He walks up and we embrace. It is so nice to be in his arms again, even if it is just for a moment. We sit and my mind reels as I try to think of a way to tell him what I know. I know about his "secret".
"Alicia, I have to talk to you." My heart started to beat faster. "Alright."
"Alicia, I have been doing classified work for the government. I wanted to tell you, but it was too dangerous. Even now, we have to be quiet. They may have microphones."
My mind whirled as he told me this. Did he honestly think that it was real?
"John stop."
"No, Alicia, you don't understand. You have to help me get out of here…"
"STOP!"
He looked at me in surprise. I didn't mean to yell at him, but I had to tell him the truth. He had to know the truth. "John, it's not real. There is no William Parcher."
"What are you talking about?"
I took the stack of "Classified" documents from the bag that I had with me, and put them on the table.
"It's not real. It's not real, John. You're sick."
He got up and ran from the table, ignoring me when I called for him. "John. John! JOHN!!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
He is undergoing the insulin treatments again. I watch as he is assisted onto the table. He doesn't realize what is going on. They tighten the restraints, and a nurse injects a needle into his arm. He looks up at me just before his eyes close, and he slips into unconciousness.