Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the motion picture What's Eating Gilbert Grape. I do, however, own the dvd, which was given to me by my parents for my 16th birthday, kudos for me!
Summary: Short fiction based on Gilbert's thoughts on different things throughout the movie.
A/N: Okay, I've finally been hit with some inspiration and this is what I came up with. I was hoping for it to be better but this is the best I can come up with at the moment. I'm thinking this will probably be a 3 part story, but I'm not entirely sure yet. If you have any thoughts or ideas or criticism, anything, I would be much oblige if you were to let me know in a review. And finally, if some things in this story are different from those in the movie, I'm sorry. So, without further delay, here it is.
Endora. A quiet little town. The town where nothing much ever happens, and nothing much ever will. The most interesting thing to happen here is the annual trailer passing. They're doing the smart thing by just passing through. Some days I wish I could just pass on through with them and see what lies on the roads up ahead. But I don't.
I spend my days working at a small grocery store, while everyone else shops at Food Land off the interstate miles away from town. Most people my age are off on their own by now, away from home, making their dreams come true. But not me. No, I'm stuck at home, watching my dreams fly out the window. I suppose I have my old man to thank for that. You see he killed himself some years back. Hung himself in the basement to be more exact. Hung himself and left me the responsibility of taking care of the house. Thanks a lot dad.
So here I am, stuck in this house. Well I suppose I really shouldn't say stuck. After all, who would be able to stop me if I just up and left and never looked back huh? I would finally be like Larry, my older brother. The one who got away. The one I've envied for years now. I could do it, I could easily do it. But no, I won't. I can't. It's wouldn't be fair. Not to Amy, not to Ellen, not to Arnie, and certainly not to Mama. I don't think her heart could take it if I just left like daddy did. And who would take care of Arnie? Not Amy, she's too busy being the mother of the house and taking care of Mama. Not Ellen, she's too busy taking care of herself. And not Mama, she can barely take care of herself. So that leaves me.
I guess you could say I'm a dreamer. Most days I wake up and just wish that they were gone. I know it seems cruel but atleast that way I wouldn't have anything tying me down to this hell hole. Nothing to keep me here. I could just pack my things and leave like I've always wanted and finally be able to live my life. But then I hear Arnie's voice echoing throughout the house and that's when reality hits, and it hits hard. I'm not going anywhere. I have responsibilities here and I can't just abandon them. Daddy left me in charge of the household and it's my obligation to fulfill that duty wheater I like it or not.
But do I really have room to complain? I mean, when you think about it, there's gotta be people out there somewhere who have it much worse than I do. But in the end, is it really so bad to want more out of life? The hell if I know.