So Much, So Fast.

Through My Fingers

Entry One

5th July 

I have arrived here today in high spirits. I expected a lot from this new house of mine, after all it cost me far more than I ever thought a house could be worth. Thankfully the cost was shared between myself and my family: all seven of us now live in this house.

As usual I am given the  bedroom that no one seems to be drawn to. It lies at the back of the mansion, past the pantry and the old servants quarters, down a hall filled with cobwebs and beside an overgrown nettle garden. Yes, a nettle garden. I thought it to be peculiar myself when I first arrived. Who keeps a nettle garden?

Entry Two

8th July

It is now the third day of living in this new house with all of my family. My brothers, John and Richard, are being a nuisance as usual, running wild in the hall all the day and looking as if they want to rip down the crystal chandelier. Thankfully I don't think they can reach it as they are barely twenty years old between them. But they're taller than me, just like everyone else in the family. Mother and Father tower over me like great oak trees, and it does so scare me when they put me in my place.

My two sisters, Evelyn and Rose, are being just as annoying. They are both younger than me, and see me as a role model for them. Whenever I change my hair I will go the dining to see them scurry away, and then return looking much like me.

I guess I am glad that no one tends to trouble me while I remain down in my room, past the pantry and beside the nettle garden. It has started to grow on me now, thanks to the peace it gives me when I feel so very angry and frustrated with the world outside my door.

Entry Three

9th July

My Aunt Evangeline came to stay with us today. She brought with her an army of servants and looked rather disappointed when she looked upon our new home. She herself lived in a castle with far more servants and staff than we ever did. But our house was hardly a shack in a rundown street, it was still a stately home.

One would imagine that a visitor would at least pretend to be enjoying herself when in the presence of others. But no, Evangeline did no such thing. When she ate dinner with us, she sat at the head of the table, sending Father to sit elsewhere. Mother said nothing, she was the younger sister of my aunt and I always suspected that Mother had been bullied by her at a young age. Aunt Evangeline was a controlling old woman, who definitely knew how to get what she wanted quickly.

After a while, I grew tired of both my food and the atmosphere at the table. Evangeline sat there and sighed like she was trying to command the winds from the four corners of the earth. Mother bit her lip, Father kept down his distaste for his sister in law, and my younger brothers discreetly threw food across the table at one other. It wasn't long before I excused myself from the room in a bid to be quit of all of them sitting around that table. I shot a quick look of disapproval at Aunt Evangeline before heading past the pantry and back to my bedroom. It has become my sanctuary now, and it's the only place I can think about anything in peace.

As I write this now, I know there is a heated argument going on outside, I can feel the very house shaking. I know that my brothers have been sent to their rooms and so have my sisters while Evangeline argues with Mother and Father. I doubt they will resolve anything by the morning, Father is one to hold grudge.

Entry Four

10th July

I was met with a tasteful scene of relief this morning as I headed out into the dining room. My Aunt Evangeline was lying face down in her plate of caviar and truffles with a kitchen knife in her back. Father stood happily beside her dead body and Mother rejoiced at her sister's fortunate death.