Being beset by food poisoning is certainly not enjoyable. I have been unable to go downstairs for several days now...or even able to request the doctor visit me for treatment. It's been an endless circle of purging my stomach or lying abed to weak to move. I did creep downstairs last night to find something to nibble on and fortunately, I have ( Read more... )

It's so late, but I cannot sleep any longer. Not that I was truly sleeping to begin with. There's some commotion downstairs, shouts, feet pounding. But then again, many is the night that I hear such things within my room, only to step out into the hall and find only silence and the hiss of th gas lamps. This house is so very strange ( Read more... )

It becomes necessary for me to take apart my feelings and list them here, one by one. There is so very much to write of and I am near to bursting with the need to speak of it. Even to simply copy it here, in my journal.

First, four of those within the mansion know that I am with child. Mrs. Linton, Dr. Jekyll, Erik, and now Miss Mrs. Christine ( Read more... )

I am with child.

His child ( Read more... )

I'm so weary of smiling, holding back how I feel in the presence of the others, only to return to my room to cry. I feel so very, very stupid as of late. So incrediably foolish for taking things as hard as I do. It seems that every ill word, every scolding, every disapproving glance and whisper hurts me terribly. I feel as if I am shaken apart ( Read more... )

Any anger, hurt, or sense of abandonment that I have felt since his leaving without saying goodbye has now vanished, gone forever beneath an even more horrible and hopeless emotion and that is my grief since finding that terrible room, splattered and smeared with blood, its sole familiar occupant a hat that is also stained ( Read more... )

The cuts on my fingers, palms, and arms are beginning to heal, but bringing a tight, itching pain, so this journal entry will be brief ( Read more... )

I have found a new friend. He is a better man than most, so very concerned for others, taking little heed for his own welfare, and with a simply given kiss to his weary and troubled brow, I am determined to be a shoulder for him to take his concerns and worries to ( Read more... )

I dare to hope that things are changing for the better and that I might actually feel...happy, again. I still miss him and I think that I might always miss him, but at least I know that he is somewhere and I find myself praying that he is safe and content. They never liked him or treated him with any respect. I hope that those outside this place ( Read more... )

This entry will the shortest that I have written so far. I just don't have the heart within me to sit here and recount every little, last detail ( Read more... )