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A Wish to Good to Be True!
*Spoiler Alert! This story is an imaginary alternate ending to the movie Nightmare Alley.*
As I hide in the cargo compartment of this huge ship, all tired and weary, I can't help but reflect back to the many days that were once beautiful from the start, but have now turned to nothing but dust. Fortunately, I had enough penny to bribe the cargo loading worker to get in here without anyone noticing anything.
"The perks of being an assistant of a then
famous psychic of Buffalo City", I thought to myself bitterly though he never paid me for my assistance, I couldn't help but take the few bucks left at the hotel of the suite we once both shared together. I look at Bruno, Zina and major mosquito and the sight of them sleeping peacefully with no care in the world whatsoever almost makes me jealous since I'm not getting even the slightest bit of sleep even when the time on my wristwatch reads 2am.
It's hard to sleep as each time I close my eyes, all I can see is the brutal bloodshed that occurred at the hands of my lover and all I did was stand there partly frozen at the sight of two men being killed in cold-blood with one of them even begging him to
stop hurting them, but in vain. Hence, why my fellow companions and I planned to flee from Buffalo City. Stanton did
what he had to to save himself from an act that he played just like the ones carnies would perform to put up a show in the carnival for a few bucks.
It's ironic to think how we both left the carnival in hopes to start fresh, to start a new life altogether, but little did I know that my life from there on would spiral into one of
those carnival shows with the master of it being non other than 'The Great Stanton Carlisle'. It's impossible not to feel like an accomplice to this crime even when Bruno and the others remind me that I did nothing wrong. Though I did play a part in fooling one of those men who I believe
was Ezra Grindle, the richest and most powerful man in the city, giving me another reason to flee from America for good.
It still saddens me to think of those two poor innocent souls who met such a horrifying fate, despite not doing anything wrong and although, I didn't kill them, my silence at this is causing me a deep anguish within my heart, like it's tearing it apart slowly mostly due to the fact that the murderer was the one person with
whom I was madly in love with and would die for if the need arose. The Stan I loved was indeed lost months ago, but I was too blind to see it and couldn't seem to accept it. I guess this is the price one has to pay for being foolishly in love with someone.
I'm no longer that person anymore, particularly after seeing him turn into a monster right before my eyes and although, I left him and ended things between us for good that night, it makes me wonder if he escaped from the city or has been pursued by the police and is being charged with murder. I know I had to escape myself for who'd even listen to a poor assistant of the now
infamous psychic of Buffalo City.
Surely, the wealthy elites who had plenty of time on their hands and money in their pockets, who were stupid enough to buy the tickets of his act as well as once who enjoyed his phony performance with an expression of awe plastered all over their faces won't save a murderer now, would they? Or would the vile and cunning Lilith Ritter come to his aid? I would be lying to myself that I didn't care when it's obvious that I still do. I can almost hear my conscience mockingly saying, "Silly Molly caring for a fellow carny even though he played with her heart".
Despite this, I shamelessly wander back to the days when I first met him at the carnival we both worked at. I loved how he drew me in his sketch book. I loved how he told me he'd give me the world if I said yes to him and ran away with him. I was so dumb to easily give into his advances,
but at the same time how could I not? He looked ravishing with those pretty blue eyes begging me to be his and only his. He confessed he loved me, but did he really?
My doubts were confirmed when I saw an
unfinished sketch of Lilith in his sketch book. The Stan that I knew drew only the things that were on his mind and I was one of them. Nevertheless, I'm sure to always cherish the nights we spent together, making love whilst staring into each other's eyes whispering sweet-nothings to each other and promising a life of forever that has now ceased to exist.
I find myself slowly closing my eyes as sleep
catches up to me and inspite of everything, I wish this would just be one of those terrible nightmares with me happily waking up the next day with Stan asleep by my side lying peacefully in each other's embrace.
© Shania(Shazeel)
As I hide in the cargo compartment of this huge ship, all tired and weary, I can't help but reflect back to the many days that were once beautiful from the start, but have now turned to nothing but dust. Fortunately, I had enough penny to bribe the cargo loading worker to get in here without anyone noticing anything.
"The perks of being an assistant of a then
famous psychic of Buffalo City", I thought to myself bitterly though he never paid me for my assistance, I couldn't help but take the few bucks left at the hotel of the suite we once both shared together. I look at Bruno, Zina and major mosquito and the sight of them sleeping peacefully with no care in the world whatsoever almost makes me jealous since I'm not getting even the slightest bit of sleep even when the time on my wristwatch reads 2am.
It's hard to sleep as each time I close my eyes, all I can see is the brutal bloodshed that occurred at the hands of my lover and all I did was stand there partly frozen at the sight of two men being killed in cold-blood with one of them even begging him to
stop hurting them, but in vain. Hence, why my fellow companions and I planned to flee from Buffalo City. Stanton did
what he had to to save himself from an act that he played just like the ones carnies would perform to put up a show in the carnival for a few bucks.
It's ironic to think how we both left the carnival in hopes to start fresh, to start a new life altogether, but little did I know that my life from there on would spiral into one of
those carnival shows with the master of it being non other than 'The Great Stanton Carlisle'. It's impossible not to feel like an accomplice to this crime even when Bruno and the others remind me that I did nothing wrong. Though I did play a part in fooling one of those men who I believe
was Ezra Grindle, the richest and most powerful man in the city, giving me another reason to flee from America for good.
It still saddens me to think of those two poor innocent souls who met such a horrifying fate, despite not doing anything wrong and although, I didn't kill them, my silence at this is causing me a deep anguish within my heart, like it's tearing it apart slowly mostly due to the fact that the murderer was the one person with
whom I was madly in love with and would die for if the need arose. The Stan I loved was indeed lost months ago, but I was too blind to see it and couldn't seem to accept it. I guess this is the price one has to pay for being foolishly in love with someone.
I'm no longer that person anymore, particularly after seeing him turn into a monster right before my eyes and although, I left him and ended things between us for good that night, it makes me wonder if he escaped from the city or has been pursued by the police and is being charged with murder. I know I had to escape myself for who'd even listen to a poor assistant of the now
infamous psychic of Buffalo City.
Surely, the wealthy elites who had plenty of time on their hands and money in their pockets, who were stupid enough to buy the tickets of his act as well as once who enjoyed his phony performance with an expression of awe plastered all over their faces won't save a murderer now, would they? Or would the vile and cunning Lilith Ritter come to his aid? I would be lying to myself that I didn't care when it's obvious that I still do. I can almost hear my conscience mockingly saying, "Silly Molly caring for a fellow carny even though he played with her heart".
Despite this, I shamelessly wander back to the days when I first met him at the carnival we both worked at. I loved how he drew me in his sketch book. I loved how he told me he'd give me the world if I said yes to him and ran away with him. I was so dumb to easily give into his advances,
but at the same time how could I not? He looked ravishing with those pretty blue eyes begging me to be his and only his. He confessed he loved me, but did he really?
My doubts were confirmed when I saw an
unfinished sketch of Lilith in his sketch book. The Stan that I knew drew only the things that were on his mind and I was one of them. Nevertheless, I'm sure to always cherish the nights we spent together, making love whilst staring into each other's eyes whispering sweet-nothings to each other and promising a life of forever that has now ceased to exist.
I find myself slowly closing my eyes as sleep
catches up to me and inspite of everything, I wish this would just be one of those terrible nightmares with me happily waking up the next day with Stan asleep by my side lying peacefully in each other's embrace.
© Shania(Shazeel)
