Can You Hear Me Alternate Ending

Can You Hear Me? Last week when I was trying to sleep, I kept hearing a voice. It made me smile. I am always alone, stuck in the house with my mother. She is scared to let me leave. She tells me that the world is a bad place, that it is dangerous. She doesn’t let me out of her sight. The woman who was talking to me kept telling me to scream, so I did. Momma raced into my room, and asked me what was wrong, and I told her about the lady. She told me not to worry, that I was all alone, and to go back to sleep. I wasn’t worried: I felt happy. I fell right back asleep. The next night I heard the lady again. This time she told me to bang on the wall until my hands were numb, so I did. Momma heard the noise and came in to see what was wrong. She …show more content…
What a beautiful name! Lucille tells me of how lonely she is. I am her only friend, and she is mine. We do not mind. We are happy together, and we keep each other company. Lucille says that I am in this institution for a reason — a reason she will not tell me just yet. I want to trust her: Lucille knows what’s best for me.
Later the next day as I walk down the hall of the institute — my new home — a little girl named Mary wearing a ruffled blue dress and white sneakers walks up to me and will not leave me alone. I ask her why, but she refuses to answer; she smiles and takes my arm, pulling me along, laughing. Mary is kind to me and we play tag all morning. After all of the fun we had today, we decide that we will be best friends. I know I can not tell Lucille — she will make me hurt Mary. I just know it. But Lucille knows about what happened today. She always knows.
“How do you know? Who told you!” I ask her, scared of her …show more content…
I leave the room, hoping Lucille doesn’t get too angry. I really do like Mary. We head over to a small, airy room. This room is bright and cheery with a table, a few chairs, a couch facing a large television, and a great view of the gardens down below us through a large window. Mary and I have a small tea-party with our dolls on the floor by the window, so we can pretend like we are having our party in the garden. But this time, Lucille interrupts us. Lucille yells at me and tells me to hit Mary and to push her out the window. I like Mary! I refuse. Mary looks at me and asks me what’s wrong? Why am I yelling and crying? I didn’t know that I was. Mary leaves the room, probably terrified of me. I hope I didn’t lose my first real friend — well, other than Lucille. A nurse comes running in the room, asking me why I was screaming so loudly. I tell her that it was no big deal, and that I just was arguing with my friend. She doesn’t believe me, and she tries to give me a shot. I hate needles! Lucille tells me to push her out the window, or else she will be very angry with me. So I run at the nurse. She looks so nice, but I don’t care. I have to do this. I have