Lows And Highs
I released him again, though I believe I truly should not have. So many problems have been caused, one of which could have been completely avoided if he hadn't been bothered from his conversation.
He made his introduction to the others, of course. And his appearance was not taken lightly; he was disliked the instant he came into the room, even by those who did not know who he was. This is a curious thing I must explore. I had speculations as to why this occurs, though I never went into full detail.
It does not surprise me that his attention almost immediately went to the women. It has been long since he last lurked about his former residence where he could indulge in his vices at the furthest extent. His attentions were not taken too well -- and that is quite the understatement. One of them had the audacity to slap him, and it is a surprise he did not strike her back immediately. Hyde is not stupid, though. He would wait until an opportune moment to be able to do so, where he would not be accosted by so many at once.
This moment was in the kitchen.
He had drug off Liza, and Miss Murray took it upon herself to follow and try to pull the maid away from Hyde's iron grip. For her troubles she received the full brunt of Hyde's strike. She is a resilient creature, to say the least, for she didn't teeter in the slightest. I would believe that he had only struck her in warning, a mild hit, if it hadn't been for the angry red upon her face that proved other wise. For the hit I do feel most guilty, even if she should have heeded his warnings.
Eventually he caught up with Liza, then it was as if the hounds of hell had broken loose. The mansion was in an uproar. Hyde fled, forced me to the surface, and I sliced myself to assume the mantle of being attacked. It seemed an intelligent thing to do, and I am glad that I had, despite the pain it caused me.
I had not been prepared for the weight of guilt that suddenly sank upon my shoulders. It was unbearable. I do not know how long I sat at the base of my window, sobbing. I had run out of tears, my throat raw, chest aching, when I finally gathered myself up and proceeded down the stairs. I was unnoticed when I passed through, blood dripping upon the floor, until I came to the hallway where Liza questioned me. I assured her I was well and continued about my way.
I spoke with Mrs. Linton this evening. Spoke to her of the concerns I have had, and how it is important that Hyde remains alive. She expressed her concern, and I smiled. Sometimes it makes a person feel good to know that there are others that worry. She is but a strange, she could be lying, but it did not matter at the time. My concern for her heightens as well; she has not eaten in days, and is beginning to look sickly. Between her self-abuse, and the attacks, it worries me that she may become deathly ill. It can be assured that I will do all in my power to ensure that will not happen.
He made his introduction to the others, of course. And his appearance was not taken lightly; he was disliked the instant he came into the room, even by those who did not know who he was. This is a curious thing I must explore. I had speculations as to why this occurs, though I never went into full detail.
It does not surprise me that his attention almost immediately went to the women. It has been long since he last lurked about his former residence where he could indulge in his vices at the furthest extent. His attentions were not taken too well -- and that is quite the understatement. One of them had the audacity to slap him, and it is a surprise he did not strike her back immediately. Hyde is not stupid, though. He would wait until an opportune moment to be able to do so, where he would not be accosted by so many at once.
This moment was in the kitchen.
He had drug off Liza, and Miss Murray took it upon herself to follow and try to pull the maid away from Hyde's iron grip. For her troubles she received the full brunt of Hyde's strike. She is a resilient creature, to say the least, for she didn't teeter in the slightest. I would believe that he had only struck her in warning, a mild hit, if it hadn't been for the angry red upon her face that proved other wise. For the hit I do feel most guilty, even if she should have heeded his warnings.
Eventually he caught up with Liza, then it was as if the hounds of hell had broken loose. The mansion was in an uproar. Hyde fled, forced me to the surface, and I sliced myself to assume the mantle of being attacked. It seemed an intelligent thing to do, and I am glad that I had, despite the pain it caused me.
I had not been prepared for the weight of guilt that suddenly sank upon my shoulders. It was unbearable. I do not know how long I sat at the base of my window, sobbing. I had run out of tears, my throat raw, chest aching, when I finally gathered myself up and proceeded down the stairs. I was unnoticed when I passed through, blood dripping upon the floor, until I came to the hallway where Liza questioned me. I assured her I was well and continued about my way.
I spoke with Mrs. Linton this evening. Spoke to her of the concerns I have had, and how it is important that Hyde remains alive. She expressed her concern, and I smiled. Sometimes it makes a person feel good to know that there are others that worry. She is but a strange, she could be lying, but it did not matter at the time. My concern for her heightens as well; she has not eaten in days, and is beginning to look sickly. Between her self-abuse, and the attacks, it worries me that she may become deathly ill. It can be assured that I will do all in my power to ensure that will not happen.