So, this is the first time I’m ever going to show what I wrote to someone else than a teacher. Last semester, for my American literature class, I had to write an alternative ending to Beloved (you can find the review here).
Beloved is the story of a former slave, and I didn’t really have an idea on how to change the ending. Then I watch an episode of a show, can’t really remember which one. And it gave me the idea to make the entire novel, a dream. Find out what happens next:
My alternative ending
He leans over and takes her hand. With the other, he touches her face. “You your best thing, Sethe. You are.” His holding fingers are holding hers.
Suddenly, just like that, Aretha awoke, astonished about what she had just dreamt. How precise, accurate, and lively her dream seemed to be. “Aretha? Aretha?” Franklin was calling her, but at that moment she was so stunned by what she had just seen. No words seemed to be able to make it out of her mouth.
“Aretha we have gotta go, Reverend King is makin’ his big speech in half an hour. We’ve got to go now if we wanna make it there on time”. It’s seemed like at the sound of those simple words she remembered where she was and how to speak. “Comin’” she yelled through the door “I just have to get my weave on and them imma gonna be ready to go out”.
As she was getting dressed her dreams started to fade and she wondered why she had that dream in the first place. Was it what she found there, laying in her grandma’s attic? Or was it all the commotion, taking place outside, right under her apartment’s window in the middle of Harlem? But what was the most peculiar thing about her dream was the fact that it didn’t feel like a dream at all.
It felt like she was reliving a horrible part of her past, seeing it, knowing what would happen but unable to change a thing. Like if she was watching a documentary about her own life, her own thought, her own feelings, and hurts. As she thought of all of that she remembered her great-grandmother, Denver. Who she had known for the first 5 years of her life before she passed away. Denver had always seemed to her like she was hiding something. But she never knew quite what and why. Because other than that she was the sweetest person in the world to Aretha, even giving her magnificent diamond earrings that she told her was a family heirloom from “god knows when”.
She was deep into her thought when her brother knocked on her door. He nervously told her that it would be the last time he would take her anywhere if she wasn’t ready to go now.
“You ready?” asked Franklin.
“Yeah, just gotta put on my last earring and we’re ready to go.” Said Aretha with a smile on her face. All traces of the worries from seconds ago seemed to have vanished into thin air.
“Where did you get them?” asked her brother annoyed.
“I ain’t steal ‘em if that what’s you believe. Nana Denver gave them to me right before she went. You remember her, right?” she said kindly to her younger brother.
“No, I ain’t remembering much about when we were kids, it’s too hard for me. I’d much rather focus on the brighter future ahead of us.” Declared Franklin with hope. The kind of hope, only young people could have about the future. Young people who always believe that this time, everything will change and no people could do it before them because they weren’t right. But he, thought Franklin, he is right, and with his brothers and sisters, everything was going to change.