R.A.F.T
Role: George Audience: Himself/Others who would read the journal eventually Format: Journal Entry
Topic: Lennie's Death
Dear Journal,
Yesterday was by far the saddest day that I have ever gone through and I still am in a state of shock over what happened. The fact is that I shot my best friend, the only true friend I ever had in this world, he stood by me now matter what and I just can't believe that I shot him. I know that I had good intentions and it was probably for the best, but not having him around is making me feel sick to my stomach, I feel somewhat responsible for everything.
What happened was Lennie had been left in the barn alone because all the rest of us guys were having a real good time playing horseshoes outside. We were all having a great time, then out of nowhere we got a call from Candy that Curly's wife was laying in the barn dead, along with one of the puppies, who was also dead. There was no doubt in anyone's mind who had killed her, it had to be Lennie. Gosh I was so stupid to have let him in the barn by himself, I just got so distracted from the horseshoe tournament. Of course Lennie was nowhere to be found, he had run away after killing her, and no one knew where he went at all. No one except me of course. I knew he had ran to that spot out in the woods, near the pond, where I had told him to run if he ever got into any trouble. The other guys were all already ready to go and hunt him down, and I knew they'd likely kill him when the found him, so I didn't have a lot of time. Thankfully I got to him before the others did, however I knew there wasn't much time and I felt I had no other choice, the other guys would just find him and he'd panic and be killed. Lennie was calm, and he was talking about the farm we always dreamed and talked about and he was happy. I couldn't let the others find him, I had to shoot him. I do take some comfort in knowing that he died quickly and while happy, because otherwise he would have been scared and frightened while the others killed him.
I feel somewhat responsible for the whole thing because I should have known better than to let Lennie in the barn alone with those puppies and Curly's wife. Lennie just didn't know any better is all. I mean I knew that we'd probably never own a big farm with a bunch of rabbits that he'd be able to raise, that was all a crazy American dream that could never happen to us, but dreaming with Lennie was one of the only things that kept me going in life. His optimism about things helped both of us get through a lot together, he was my only friend or family that I had in life and now that he's got I'm not really sure what lies ahead for me. I can only hope that Lennie is in a better place now, filled with rabbits and on a big farm like he always dreamed of. I hope one day I can have that down here, and even though it probably won't happen, I'll always keep dreaming. Lennie taught me to do that.
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