Carmen Alternate Ending Essay

Carmen, age 14. Carmen was a sweet girl. She had short black curly hair. Carmen didn’t style her hair because it was too short. Her skin was a pale white. Carmen always wore black dresses which her mother didn’t like. Despite her appearance she had a big heart and her smile was the brightest thing ever. You wouldn't ever think she would do something so bad, right? If you didn’t know her story you wouldn’t think she’s pure and innocent. No… but this wasn’t true, it wasn’t true at all.
November 16th, 1942, was the day Carmen was sent to an asylum for the bad thing she did. This asylum was in the middle of a crowded forest. It had mold growing on every wall on the outside. When you go inside you hear screams of agony echoing through the wide

“Who’s that?” Carmen jumped when the voice spoke “O-oh i'm Ben,” Ben introduce himself, “i'm right across from your cell”
Camrin walked to the front of her cell and saw a boy sitting on his bed staring at her with dull

“YOU THOUGHT THAT WOULD HURT ME?!” the sadist repeated and repeated.
Carmen was too afraid to speak. Bawling her eyes out. The adrenaline she felt rushed in her veins was not stopping. “I'll make you regret what you just did, just you watch,” he said as he left the room.
The sadist left Carmen by herself in that room. Tied up, crying, and alone. When will he return? What will he do with me? There’s nothing he could do to me that he hasn’t done to me… when he returned back it was the next day. Carmen was sleeping, but the sadist woke her up with pulling her hair and a knife to her neck. The sadist found out that the treatments were making Carmen worse and not better like they said they were. So he kept her for longer alone in the room and gave her treatments non-stop. Every day. Every night. Endless pain. Carmen was all alone by herself with her horrid thoughts, she couldn’t bare any longer. Until one day Carmen had had enough. Her body was filled with energy she didn’t know she had. Eyes wide open with adrenaline pumping through her veins. Carmen untied herself from the chair the Sadist had put her in. Carmen was not herself