Help, I'm in Wuthering Heights!

Chapter One

Side note: I apologise for my grammar and my sentence structure as I have bad dyslexia. I'm slowly trying to improve my writing and I apologise in advance if this writing of mine is unreadable.

I'm a big fan of Wuthering Heights so decided to make a story about it but with twists.

Chapter one

"Cathy"

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"Cathy"

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"JESUS CHRIST CATHY EARNEST, WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!

I looked up from my book and saw my big bully of a brother Harley who had this disgusted look on his face.

"Whatever is the matter Harley" I asked.

Harley snatched my book and chucked it far across the room.

I didn't say anything because I was used to my brother being the absolute worst and answering back would get a slap on the face.

"You need to leave this house as my friends are going to come and I don't want you to be in the way when they come".

I sighed.

Every time Harley would tell me his friends are coming means that they will undergo some criminal activity.

This is a big secret which I will take to the grave but my brother is a drug dealer and his friends help him to deliver drugs to other people.

If anyone did find out about this, it would be the talk of the village.

I live in Haworth in other words, Bronte country and it is a small village in Yorkshire.

The thing is, if words gets out that my brother is a drug dealer then that's going to ruin my reputation.

It seems selfish that I am thinking about myself but I can't help it really.

I didn't say a word to my brother and got up from my armchair and went back to retrieve my book.

Harley slammed the door on the way out and I quietly got my things together for the moors.

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I was reading one of my favorite novels which is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.

I guess it does help living in the same village that the Bronte sisters lived in and where they got ideas for their novels.

My parents were avid readers and my mother shared the same passion of loving the classics.

They both died in a car accident 4 years ago when I was 16 and Harley age 21.

Now they are both gone, Harley treats me like dirt but then again he always did at a young age and both my parents had to stop him.

I guess that's why I feel sorry for Heathcliff in some aspect because Hindley treats him like dirt too.

I don't know how many times I've read Wuthering Heights, I never get bored of the story and the doomed relationship between Catherine and Heathcliff.

A fun fact is that my mother named me Catherine because she loved Wuthering Heights.

I don't really like being called Catherine so I tell people to call me Cathy for short.

Anyway I was sitting on the moors where maybe Emily sat writing Wuthering Heights herself.

I placed my book to the side and got up and walked a bit forward.

I started to twirl around and singing loudly to Kate Bush's famous song Wuthering Heights.

I didn't notice then a big black dog was coming towards me.

GRRRRRR!

Oh my God!

I've never seen this type of dog before which looks like half wolf in some aspect.

I slowly backed away and picked up my book and started to run back to the village.

I could hear the dog coming as his growls were getting louder and louder.

I must have not looked where I was going because I banged myself in front of the lamppost and collapsed to the ground.

Then something strange happened before I fell unconscious, my book started to glow and that's when the world went dark.

Hopefully this was a good start and I apologise if it seems rubbish.