GOING THROUGH THE MIND OF…
Set in the last few chapters of 'Of Mice And Men' by John Steinbeck. Just finished reading the book in class – I cried at the end! I decided I wanted to write this. Hope its ok!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Of Mice And Men'
CHAPTER 1 – GEORGE
I was sitting beside Lennie, telling him about the little farm we would own together. I knew that this would be the last time Lennie ever heard the story about our farm. Lennie, however, had no idea. Lennie asked me about the rabbits. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Lennie loved rabbits. "You can tend the rabbits, Lennie, and feed them the alfalfa." I looked at Lennie's face. He looked so happy and peaceful. I just couldn't bring myself to do it but I knew I had to. If I didn't do it, one of the others would. Now I know how Candy felt about letting Carlson be the one to shoot his dog.
I was still telling Lennie about our farm. He'd heard it hundreds of times before – he could probably tell it in his sleep. God dammit, he looked so peaceful! I hated myself for what I was about to do. I just had to keep telling myself that he would forgive me. I knew deep down that, even if Lennie forgave me, I would never ever be able to forgive myself. Never.
The story of our farm was nearly finished. I didn't want it to end; I wanted the story to go on forever. But I knew I was only delaying the inevitable. I raised the gun and placed it gently behind Lennie's head. It won't hurt a bit. Carlson's words were ringing in my ears. Admittedly, Carlson was talking about shooting a dog, whereas Lennie was a person, just like me.
All of a sudden, I heard voices. Voices that weren't too far away from Lennie and I. Lennie had started to open his eyes. "Close your eyes Lennie." I said. "Close your eyes and think of our farm. Think of the rabbits." Lennie obediently closed his eyes. A content smile was on his face and I knew he was thinking about those rabbits.
It was time. I took a deep breath. "Think of the rabbits." I murmured softly. Then I pulled the trigger. Lennie jerked forwards, landing face first in the mud. His head was turned towards me, the content smile still on his face.
I'm so sorry I thought.
It's short, I know, but it was only a wee thing I was writing, just as a bit of fun. I probably didn't get things exactly right, like Carlson saying the dog would feel no pain, but I don't have a copy of the book so I just remembered as much as I could. I'm thinking of writing more chapters, from the other characters Points of View but I'm not sure at the moment.