Mirror Shards

Chapter 2| Part six

Journal entry of Josephine Utterson.

12 / September / 1874. Yesterday was a really tiring day! I even forgot to write that at the end of our day, it was a true miracle that Henry and I managed to finish breakfast on time. Of course, I was much more careful handling the knives, hehe. I didn't want another similar accident to happen! So, when the situation calmed down a bit more, we no longer had work to do and we both wrote in our respective journals; we go to bed early.

At first Henry didn't want to talk about what had happened, and I didn't want to pressure him to talk about it, so that night ended early for us.

But today! In our drawing lesson taken from 3 weeks ago, he dared to tell me everything! Or well, everything he understood about himself, which... If I'm honest, it wasn't much.

- "I don't know when or how it started, I only know that one day I saw the blood fall near me and at that moment everything began, I felt fear, very afraid. Kind of like a lock on myself, just like what happened to me in the kitchen yesterday. Since then, I have tried to "get over it," to get rid of this annoyance. "

- "Well, how about we start tomorrow? I am going to help you overcome this fear so that you fulfill your dream! "

It was what I told him, completely excited because I wanted to be useful to him.

- "It's useless, I tried everything and nothing worked!"

- "Exactly! You tried everything ALONE. Now I am here to give you a hand. "

I interrupted him at that moment. He just looked at me and I can swear he smiled slightly, yes; he did not seem very convinced of my plan ... So, I patted him on the back to try to give him a little confidence and go to sleep with a little less of uncertainty than the day before.

September 13, 1874. It's already morning, today I woke up earlier than usual to write this. I'm going to ask our boss if Henry will be able to help me with the kitchen again today. This week with Mrs. Miracle sick I have the perfect opportunities to help Henry! But first, I think that, in order to get started with this, I have to figure out the "Why?" of this phobia.

Henry Jekyll's journal entry.

September 13, 1874. It is already evening, and Josephine asked me today if I could assist her again as a helper.

I accepted, although with a little difficulty, the proposal that she had made me. Which honestly, I didn't even know why she had asked me, because I'm not as skilled in the kitchen as she is, so I just said yes because I saw her as a friend who didn't want to disappoint.

That happened in the morning, so when evening came, I went to the smelly, dirty, and damp kitchen, where I found Josephine cutting several pieces of a pig so fresh that its blood splattered on the table.

When she saw her, she said to me in surprise:

- "Oh! Henry! How timely that you are here! Come help me cut this, please. "

When she finished speaking, she handed me the knife she was using. Which had a few drops of blood on the handle, which I quickly wiped off with a cloth.

- "Josephine, I don't think, uhm, I really don't think I can do it ..."

I told her, and I even remember I stuttered a little while doing it.

- "It's animal blood! Maybe it works differently ... We can try, well, only if you agree too ... "

- "Yeah...Maybe ... I can try ..."