He had left
me today. I watched him walk from me. I stood wishing he would turn one last
time. The time came when I could no longer see him. I turned to walk back to
the cottage. Only horrid images going through my head. He’s screeching scream
at sea as a blade hits his heart…no I mustn’t think these things. The sun has fallen,
I must do my chores for night and get an early sleep, and maybe my dreams will comfort
me.
…
It is in
the middle of the night, the moon is bright against the unusably dark sky. I
had awaked from a dream not long ago. I saw wetly covered in blood staring deep
into my eyes. I stood motionless just staring down at him. Cold…watching him dies.
This went on more cruelly…I barely can write this now. Tears stain the pages
and smear the ink. In my dream also his last breathe with my name. Gasping for
breath, choking on blood and spit. I looked to my right hand and at my dress
after he had died. Red...A red dagger...red hands…I killed him and my face was
still cold, motionless. I rose from my bed in a cold sweat. I passed back and
forth across the floor in front of the fire. Was Westley dead? Had he gotten on
the ship alright? Will I hear from him?
…
I stopped
writing last because my hands were shaking. It is morning now and I write this
on a stool in the corner of the cow stalls. I saw a messenger on the road…in
fear of bad news I fled to hide. He is knocking on the cottage door now…I can’t
hide forever.
…
The messenger
found me. It took him a while. What lead him to me was when backing farther
into a corner I sliced my arm on a stray nail out of the wood. He looked
alarmed and frightened when he saw me. He approached me very gently. He bandaged
my arm and led me to the cottage. I spoke. “Do you bare grave news?” He
responded. “Malady, I do not wish you give you an answer at this moment.” I
shrunk from him. To a corner beside the fire place. I huddled myself for
warmth. I felt very cold and ill. He reached his hand out. I swatted him away
and spat out “Get away from me you fealty mourn giver.” I shook frostily, glaring
at him, knowing he wasn’t even responsible for the horrible news that could
only be about my Westley. He backed away from me and kept his hands visible.
When he reached the door he hung his head and announced. “Westley’s ship was
attacked by pirates. D-Dread Robert’s...m-M’lady” And he fled as I reached for
a pot above the wash bowl.
…
It’s been 2
nights since I wrote last. I had stayed in that same corner hugging the washing
pot. Rocking and groaning, weeping. Inside I had died and I did not eat nor
sleep it hope I would soon be dead also. Before I had sat down to write this I
had gone into a fit of rage. I threw that washing pot, I struck the floor until
my knuckle bleed. I screamed for Westley. “HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME AND DIE!” I
cried, clawing the walls. Foul language spewed forth cursing Westley…Cursing
myself…CURSING DREAD ROBERTS! My hands are red, my nails sawed raw. Bits of
blood are staining the paper. Blood and tears that is all of left of me…
…
The Prince
has asked me to marry him and I am to be showed off at the courtyard today. I
am sitting behind a wall in a dressing room he had given me to get dressed in
fine cloth. It’s been quite a long time since I had written last. A neighboring
commoner found me bleeding to death in the stables. Gruesome things I had tried
with the hook have to bleed the sorrow from me… I was pale and weak. The old
woman cared for my wounds and feed me wheat mush. I slept…I slept and slept, too
deep for any dream’s that would torture me. But it only took those last 4
minutes of slumber to awaken me when purpose in my life. In my dream I was
being held by a lean man in a black girly shirt. I wasn’t frightened, but warm
and smiling. I had curled up in his lap like a child hugging his neck. His face
was a blur of flesh tone and a black stripe. I felt peace and love. When I
suddenly awoke and the commoner was startled out of her chair I repeated the
word’s he said. “Your one crazy b…” Oh well I forgot the rest but it was
something important and should be held close to my heart. I must be
going, I hear my name, though still feel lonely inside maybe something good
will come out of this.
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