HENRY R. ADVENTURE JOURNAL!
My name is Henry, Henry Rosewood, I'm 8 years old and I'm the future pillar of the Rosewood's family and the next great London surgeon like my father! So, to accomplish this important mission, I am going to start writing all my observations in this journal starting today.
January 10, 1868 Yesterday my little brother Richard was born! He looked so tiny and adorable. They did not allow me to carry him, but I know that one day I will be able to take care of him and be a great example for him.
My little brother has beautiful blue eyes like my father's, and my mother's... And my sister's... Why was I the only one who was born different? I like the colour of my right eye, but Mrs. Pryor says that colour must have been the fault of a curse from God, some sin that I may have committed in a past life.
My father says that God loves us all equally, so I know I shouldn't be afraid of him or feel sorry for myself, plus why should I really? If I don't remember doing anything wrong.
Ms. Rosalie Pryor's Diary.
February 21, 1870. I have been in the service of the Rosewood family since before Mr. Rosewood married Ms. Jekyll, so I had been very honoured to learn that I would be working with him in his new home with his new family. He's a pious, charitable and very intelligent man, always ready to help others; it's a pity that he is rarely seen around the house due to his exhaustive work. He's the only surgeon around here, after all, so he almost always has to leave his poor wife and me in charge of most of the housework.
At least her daughter has never been a problem since Ms. Emilie has become an exemplary lady, even better than her mother, but lately I fear that she is on the wrong track. Sometimes I see her leave her room late at night and when I have confronted her in the morning, she always gives me the same explanation: "I only went out for a glass of water." I don't want to mistrust her because she has always been such a perfect girl, but it terrifies me to think that her mother's mental deterioration is negatively affecting her.
Mrs. Rosewood hasn't been doing well the last few days; She barely eats, barely speaks, barely sleeps, and refuses to hold her baby again. Several nurses and apothecaries have seen her, but no one has been able to give her a cure for her strange ailment, even young Henry seems to be much better than his neglected mother.
Remembering young Henry, lately he has also seen him with behavioural changes, he's seen being more careless than usual; And not because the boy doesn't pay enough attention to his surroundings but because he doesn't seem to even notice them. What I mean is that he sometimes bumps into furniture or loses his balance for seconds; To my theory, this whole problem seems to be coming from his right eye, as I have found him scrubbing it in desperation.
I should report this to his father when he returns home, in case the child is suffering from a vision problem or something related.
(Portrait from the Rosewood family, 1870)
HENRY R. ADVENTURE JOURNAL! PT.2
February 26, 1870. I have discovered my sister's secret! I had known for several days that she was hiding something strange, so one night I followed her secretly when she went out for "one of her night walks."
What a surprise she took me when, instead of going to the kitchen, she went to the front of the house! And not only that, but there she met a boy! Which, obviously, I did not recognize, but judging by his clothes he must worked in a bakery in town.
Continuing on, they chatted for a while through the bars until eventually he said goodbye to her by giving her a kiss on her right cheek (How gross and inappropriate!). After that, my sister went to her room as if none of the above had happened ... All this leads me to the conclusion: That my sister is dating someone of a lower class, and knowing this, I do not want to be the gossiper. that it is going to bring her problems only because I accused her with our father; She hates me enough already without doing something wrong to her to make our relationship worse with this! I really want to get along with her. Besides! I'm not even sure what specific relationship she has with him, maybe she's being manipulated. Or worse!
Determined, I will continue to monitor them to find out more about the situation. I'm going to be like that French detective from the Allan Poe stories and follow this mystery to its end!
March 03, 1870. I have discovered the secret identity of my sister's "Romeo". I found out when we went to mass the previous Sunday and while Mrs. Pryor was distracted I sneaked off to the local market two streets down from the church. I do not like to leave the house and much less if the place we have to go is full of people, they always look at my eyes, talking behind my back and getting out of my way, it is very uncomfortable. I tried not to think about it as I made my way to the centre of the square; Fortunately, I found him there, sitting outside, on the steps of a bakery called: RC Belson and son, local number ... 122? I hope I have written down well because for several months now it has been difficult for me to see things clearly, my left eye still sees everything clearly, it is the right with which everything has become blurry ...
Whatever! Those problems are not important right now, the important thing about this outing was that I was about to confront that boy, but at that moment Mrs. Pryor appeared! She was furious and dragged my arm home.
I still don't know what I am going to do with the information I have collected so far, so I will continue to investigate further.
March 07, 1870. Bad news, very bad news! That boy is a thief! A dirty and despicable thief! You see, when I walk from the dining hall to my room through one of the main corridors, I like to count the number of candles and books that are arranged along the way, knowing that number makes me feel calm when checking that everything is in order. However! Two days ago, I clearly noticed that 3 candles and two books were missing from one of the main shelves; Now, this wouldn't worry me so much if it weren't for the fact that yesterday that vermin came into the house.
My sister let him into the house stealthily from the servants, but I realized everything since I was not asleep at that time (Yes, sometimes there are nights when I just can't sleep) Well, after having seen that event and that things are missing the next morning, I decided to pay more attention to my sister's nocturnal adventures.
Several days went by like this, until I finally saw them with my own eyes! (Well, eye, the right one doesn't count for now) I saw how they both headed to the dining room to steal silver spoons and forks! It was both of them who did it, so my sister is also an accomplice to this? It's a shame that my father is on a business trip and my mother is too tired to get out of bed ...
I'll try to talk to Emilie tomorrow, and if that doesn't work, I'll immediately go report this to Mr. Pryor.
March 9, 1870. They didn't believe me... Mrs. Pryor has told me to stop making up absurd lies about my sister and to better focus on my studies. Before that I also tried to talk to Emilie, but she denied everything during the few minutes that she wanted to talk to me.
Why am I the only one who can see the truth here?! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE DIFFERENT?! WHY- Oh... Albert, my little dog, just walked into my room. If only you could speak, I'm sure you would agree with me. Aren't you?
March 11, 1870. Emilie has been more still than usual, I don't know if it's her making her own decisions or that rat controlling her, but of one thing I'm sure ... She's giving me much more attention than usual.
Generally, when I played with my worms at the garden, she would simply lock herself in her room, however, now I have seen her standing on the balcony watching me ... it's starting to scare me a little, with this I cannot believe that Mr. Pryor calls me weird when my sister is so much scarier.
March 14, 1870. I am writing this in the morning as emotion has kept me from sleeping at night! I'll explain, in two days, it will be my birthday and for the first time after a long time, our father will be present! He sent us a letter today promising that he will return this afternoon. Even Emilie seems to be excited about this too as she has asked me to play with her and our dog at the garden until our father returns! Finally, I feel like I can fit in here.
March 14, 18- Oh my ... OH GOD WHAT DID I DO?! WHAT DID I DO?! They were right, they were all right. I'm a monster! A demon that only came into the world to cause pain! I DO NOT DESERVE IT! I DON'T DESERVE THE LAST NAME MY FAMILY GAVE ME!
I never deserved it and maybe now I never will!
Father, can I ever be like you? Will I be able to make up for this mistake I made? I'll give my best! I swear! By God, by my family, by Albert... I will become someone you can be proud of; I will become a good man who will always do what is right. I will not be corrupted, I swear! I will help those in need, I will live trying to forget what happened here, I swear ... I SWEAR IT!
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Saying goodbye forever, Henry Rosewood.
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