Thorn (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

It was November now. The cold weather was starting to settle and the panes in the windows fogged up through out the manor. Mother and father were in the living room discussing about holiday preparations. I however sat in my bedroom watching the fire crackle inside the stone fireplace. I felt like I had been hypnotized by the flames as they danced around the hearth. My hypnotization by the flames was broken by my brother arguing with his fiancé Stella. I despised Stella. She was an American girl with no sense of class and was awfully snobby. My brother on the other hand was a ruthless,ignorant bastard. He I wished was never apart of this family. He wanted me dead so he could have the family's money. I had a fiancé but he was rather different,even though I'm supposed to marry him I actually somewhat love him. We were different from each other. I got up disturbed by this ignorant argument I bolted through my bedroom doors and shouted to them to stop. Stella being as ignorant as she is started to argue with me now. Saying things like "well why are you being so stuck up" or "you're nothing". I them broke out into a rage and pushed her then slapped her telling her to get out and leave me alone. She then ran off in disgust and slight terror. My brother,turned to me and yelled at asking why would I do that. He followed me downstairs where we began to fight. He had pushed me,and I fell onto the hard marble due to it. I had managed to pick myself up with pain coursing throughout me now and I had managed to shove him hard enough causing him to fall into a side table and breaking everything. He was hurt and I could tell. Mother came rushing in and so did father they were appalled by what had happened. "how could you do such a thing" my mother asked me. I responded and told her it was him who had done it first. I wanted him dead that useless man. All he wanted was the fortune so he would be able to show off, he was just a greedy man. I bolted up the stairs and into by room by barricading myself inside. I laid on my bed and thought how much better my life would be if I wasn't in this horrible family. I then grabbed a diary I had with me since we left London and I began to write.

November 24 1861

I hate this family. The Portsburgs are all frauds, their nothing more than wealthy bastards. I wish that man-child would die though. I wish he was never born. I rather die than stay here...

I stopped writing then. I knew I had to stop before I became insane.