Essay on The, A Scream Came From The Upstairs
When she vanished, I went over to check the bloody body of Mas Ruf. He was still breathing I got his attention and asked him, “Mas Ruf what just happened?”. He looked up at me wincing blood dripping from his mouth; he was bleeding out. He managed to mutter, “They were so much alike, I was just…..”, and he was gone. “Mas Ruf! Mas Ruf!” I cried as I felt his last breath leave his body.
There was no saving him. I wiped away the tears that were running down my cheeks. My mind was running a hundred miles per hour. What was I going to do? What was I going to tell the others? What was going to happen to us? What was Mrs. Weylin going to do with us? What was Mrs. Weylin going to do when I told her? I had to save my family; I had to save every slave on the plantation. The fate of everyone on the plantation fell on my shoulders now.
I felt heavy now. Why? I thought. Why did I have to be the one that saw this tragedy? Was it my fault? Surely not, but I was the one that had to chose what to do and how to do it. What was Mas Ruf thinking? What was he trying to do? Obviously, by the…