Rebecca

Inspired By the Book Rebecca  By Daphne du Maurier

 

"Yes," he said, and then, after pausing a moment, "but not for many years. I wanted

to see if it had changed."

"And has it?" I asked him.

"No," he said. "No, it has not changed." (Excerpt from the book Rebecca)

 He quickly jerked the car to the left, and slammed down the brakes. Here he sat many years later in the same exact place in the same exact car, on the same exact hill. The only difference was this young woman who sat beside him. The memories of the late Mrs. De winters flooded his mind, he remembered everyday he had lived with her and no matter where he went, and nothing could ever drown her away. He glanced at the women sitting next to him, she had barely just made it to adulthood, and was nothing shorter than a little girl. Every movement of her body was accented with youth, and every emotion on her face shown her youth. And he found out he was falling in love with her. She was taken with him he knew it, but the thought of her rejection had never crossed his mind until he sat on this hill, in his car, the same place where he had took the late Mrs. De winters. Could he ever love this woman after Mrs. De winters, could she ever love him if she found out the truth?

Youthful and naïve she was but could she ever love a man who had murdered his wife. Even as he thought about it, pain filled his heart. Murder…Murder, Murder he said the word over and over again in his mind. He had taken another person’s life, and what made it all the more worse was that no one even expected it could have been him. He never regretted killing his late wife, if he could do it again he would. However would the murder of his wife, stop this young woman who sat cheerfully next to him from fully loving him. Could he love her completely with this deep dark secret welled up in his heart. How could the two become one if he hid the truth from her, even if it meant keeping her. Here he sat in his car with this young woman whom he loved, and nothing about the hill had changed. Even though the one thing he loved in life sat right next to him, she didn’t cover the memories that were embedded in this hill.

He sat there angry because of memories, he despised the thing. Why have memories if all of them were bitter. Why would he want to remember anything if pain followed each memory. No he rather memories not exist at all, they only brought him pain. Even though he had a grand time with this young lady, the few short happy moments did not beat the vast amount of horrible ones. No it’s was best that memories be locked away. That is how he preferred them; he hated revisiting places that would trigger horrible memories. Yet today he had tried it, he brought his love this young lady with him to the top of the hill where he had brought the late Mrs. De Winters. He had thought that bringing her with him might change the feel of the hill. However it was just a rotten as ever and nothing would make the memory vanish.

      
        Then he turned to me and spoke. "A little while ago you talked about an invention,"

he said, "some scheme for capturing a memory. You would like, you told me, at a

chosen moment to live the past again. I'm afraid I think rather differently

from you. All memories are bitter, and I prefer to ignore them. Something happened

a year ago that altered my whole life, and I want to forget every phase of my

existence up to that time. Those days are finished. They are blotted out I must begin

trying all over again.

Rebecca chapter Five