(no subject)
Yesterday evening, Mr. Bones was exorcised by the resident priest of the manor. Mrs. Linton, Doctor Jekyll and myself were told to wait outside the room, so I could see nothing, but hearing it was enough. There was screaming, and terrible noises, and much crashing and breaking. I can only remember one other time when I was so frightened; in the Red Room, where I was locked in for the night by my aunt, Mrs. Reed.
Soon, it began storming violently and everything was mutilated by the sharp shards of fragmented lightening outside. I ran from the hall, not wishing to stay at that moment in time. I wandered the house before managing somehow to make my way back to my room and bolting the door soundly.
There were several other matters of consequence and worth mentioning to you.
Firstly, I do believe that the creature I had seen in the attic months ago is becoming quite active again. There was unbelievable, unearthly sounds coming from upstairs, but I could not bring myself to go and investigate.
Secondly, Mr. Rochester was ordering me around as per his usual last night. Well, that is hardly worth mentioning, I apologize, but he is also my third point of serious importance. After Miss Daae, and her "husband" left the parlor, and so did Mr. Heathcliff and Mrs. Linton, it was only myself and Mr. Rochester left. I intended to sit and entertain him with my thoughts if he so wished it, but he bade me to sit with him on the sofa and when he spoke, my breathing started to quicken ever so slightly.
It alarms me to note that as he spoke to me of a love that he could not cease from thinking of, that I had, in my mind, hoped it was me he was speaking of. I almost let my thoughts rise from me, but the moment before these precious words could spill forth from my mouth, he professed that his love was for Miss Linton. I cannot express my deep depression after this utterance, either because I am afraid to, or because I am speechless, or possibley both.
How could I be so foolish as to think that Mr. Rochester could foster such feeling towards myself of no connexions?
Soon, it began storming violently and everything was mutilated by the sharp shards of fragmented lightening outside. I ran from the hall, not wishing to stay at that moment in time. I wandered the house before managing somehow to make my way back to my room and bolting the door soundly.
There were several other matters of consequence and worth mentioning to you.
Firstly, I do believe that the creature I had seen in the attic months ago is becoming quite active again. There was unbelievable, unearthly sounds coming from upstairs, but I could not bring myself to go and investigate.
Secondly, Mr. Rochester was ordering me around as per his usual last night. Well, that is hardly worth mentioning, I apologize, but he is also my third point of serious importance. After Miss Daae, and her "husband" left the parlor, and so did Mr. Heathcliff and Mrs. Linton, it was only myself and Mr. Rochester left. I intended to sit and entertain him with my thoughts if he so wished it, but he bade me to sit with him on the sofa and when he spoke, my breathing started to quicken ever so slightly.
It alarms me to note that as he spoke to me of a love that he could not cease from thinking of, that I had, in my mind, hoped it was me he was speaking of. I almost let my thoughts rise from me, but the moment before these precious words could spill forth from my mouth, he professed that his love was for Miss Linton. I cannot express my deep depression after this utterance, either because I am afraid to, or because I am speechless, or possibley both.
How could I be so foolish as to think that Mr. Rochester could foster such feeling towards myself of no connexions?