Edgar Allen Poe wannabe ALL! All! I did it all for the good—made the world a better place to live in. One more treasure to adore, one more smile to brighten your day, I have found myself to be the merriest of them all. But why do they look at me? Why do YOU look at me? She sat next to me, the lamp lights flashing thin lines across her face. My hand perspired, and the globular bump in my throat would fire cannons in my ear. Yes, you think it is love, but ALAS, it wasn’t. It wasn’t the love, it wasn’t the laugh, it wasn’t the taste—yes, it was the SOUND! It was like a drug that seeped through my veins, oh and the shivers that reverberated through my skin! It was the sound of the beating heart! Every beat sounded a strum of a harp, and in every beat, mine pounded thrice as fast! ... But what if it was to disappear, to never sing me that melancholy lullaby again? What if it was to sing for another!? I dug my nails into my palms. No! Then I made my mind to have it for myself, discreetly, oh so silently, and to lock in a box, for safekeeping. It was on the ides of March—perfect timing. The night had a slight blue chill to it; we were near the bay. The Telltale Carnival. Light danced through bulbs of satincolored stands. Rides were soaring through the sky, bright objects falling in and out of the sky. I soon learned to regret it. The sound of bells ringing, cogs cranking—music of the devils! I held her hand to dull the pain, to hear it louder, the taste of it like chocolate melting playfully on my tongue. Through the groans of nauseated children, it sang—through the chuckles of clowns, their embroidered cuffs wrapped around balloons, it sang. We walked toward the grand opening of the new ride, called the Ferris wheel. And it sang then too. They say this carnival is 100% safe, hasslefree, but humans are so gullible. If they did inspect daily, they might have found quite a few screws missing right below cart 15. We found ourselves at the top of the circle, our voices silent. Nothing happened. Did I mess up? Would another screw have done the job? But at that moment, the cart began to lurch forward, the joints screaming. No, that was the girl! She fell forward, her arms and legs flailing like a bug. The impact was never heard, the nearby tune of a horse carousel blasting. My heart raced. It pounded. Only half a turn until the bottom. Yes! I ran to her body, her blood flowing. And what a sight! Her chest was cut deep from edges of steel beams. I reached in with a delicate hand and extracted the blood red gem. By then people were beginning to gather. Another attraction? No, all too real! Some ran for help. Some just ran. I can’t let them see my treasure! I took out the ebony encased music box and fit it perfectly in. I closed it and opened it again, my ears extended. But where was the music? Where was the beat!? I fell back to the floor and howled in sorrow. A few
moments later, I felt firm arms grab me by my underarms and began to drag me through the crowd. Through watery eyes I saw people look with horrified faces. But what have I Done? I just wanted the world to know the beautiful noise I experienced. So why do they stare at me? Why do YOU stare at me?