Intro:
Collaboration of the Catcher in the Rye
with the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Synopsis: Holden was stuck in a mental
hospital. In there, doctors and nurses visit him every day and gives strange
pills every day. About to lose his mind, Holden takes bunch of sleeping pills
and falls into sleep.
I
opened my damn eyes. Something funny must have happened. Because I was not in
my room anymore. I was on a raft floating in a river. I looked around. I was in
a place where I have never seen before. It’s strange. But still I was goddamn
happy to be away from the institution.
“Who
is you?” A black man said to me.
“My
name’s Holden. Who are ya?”
“I
am Jim. What is you doing here?”
“Oh,
well. I wish I’d have an idea.”
“Hmm…
Well, dey’s reasons.” Then, he went inside the wigwam and called out.
“Huck,
Huck. Dey’s a stranger here.”
A
guy poked his head out. Well, I sure hell hope they don’t think I’m dangerous.
“Who
are you?”
“My
name is Holden. So, you are… Huck?” It’s quite sore to say things twice.
“Huckleberry
Finn. So, what are you doing here? There ain’t nothing here.”
I
told him where I was from and how the heck I did not like it there.
“Well,
can I stay?”
When
they said OK. I was damn happy.
All
I’ve wanted to do was to escape the damn institution. Look at now what I’ve
got. Jesus, look at this whole goddam world. It is amazing, and nothing can go
wrong about it. I lied down on the raft and saw the sky. It was clear as hell.
Huck was watching me. Silent as a dead serious mouse. Now, I remembered the
book the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Yeah, I damn loved the adventures. “Where are we going Huck?”
“Somewhere.
I believe.”
Still,
it was better than going back to the institution. I will tear my heart off if I
see the damn phony doctors again.
I probably fell asleep. When I woke up I was
sweating all over. Was this all dream? Damn it, I'd rather die than go back to
that hellhole. What should I do? Huck was closely watching me. He probably read
these in my eyes.
“Holden,
do you really want to go with us?”
I
hesitated. Maybe this was all dream. Or I may be dead in the real world. Huck
handed his hand out. I took it.
“Welcome,
Holden!”
I
was so damn happy. Did the real me die or something? It didn’t matter. I was
still confused but I just thought of having an adventure.
“Nice
hat you got.” Jim said.
“Thanks”
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