Post by desdemona siren quick on Apr 16, 2009 18:06:26 GMT -5
This is a story a wrote for school! Its based of a women in the 1800's. I just want to warn you that its really sad at the end! Hope you like it!
A week in the life of a Great Britain women.
Day 1
Dear Diary
My life is falling down around me.
In my time, men controlled the lives of the women. First you were controlled by there fathers and any other male relative that happened to come along, and then by your husband, and that is how my life is falling apart.
Everything is going wrong, all my plans have been swept away as if they were nothing. Today I have found out that I am to be marrying Gregory Tailor. He is very wealthy, and I know my family needs the money, but I feel that everything is going terribly wrong. Plus my epilepsy had been getting worse everyday, my family do not think that I shall make it to my next birthday, and I am sure that it why they are wedding me so quickly. I cried all last night when I found out. The wedding is to be at the end of this weak, on Sunday. It is all happening so fast, and I do not know how I am going to be able to handle it. I just want to cry.
My mother came to me today, she talked about why this was necessary, and that she wanted me to be happy. I yelled at her, telling her how can I be happy when I am being married against my will to some man that I barely knew? I feel bad about that, but I cannot come to regret my words. They came from my heart, and right now my heart is torn. I am not speaking to her, no matter how much she attempts to talk to me I just walk away. My father is not to be ignored though, and he yelled at me for the way I treated my mother today, but I do not care, and I only nodded when it was necessary. No matter how hard it is I will not explain to them how much this is hurting me.
I also had the worst seizure yet today, when I came to I was surrounded by my family, there worried eyes all trained on my face at the same time, making me worried that it had been worse then it felt. It had been, I had almost bit of my tongue. I could taste the foul taste of blood in my mouth. I don’t know a day when I have cried this much, I just want to go back to the way my life was running before.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 2
Dear Diary
The preparations have begun, we are setting up the place where the wedding shall be, which is beside a cliff, plus we have been looking for a dress for me. My mother is frantic, pulling me out of one frilly dress and into another. Tightening my corset every time to make me fit into them better. It is quite annoying. My mother keeps talking about how it has to be perfect, even though she knows that I am still ignoring her. Gregory was over today as well, talking to me about how the wedding was going to be on perfect, that I would ride in on a carriage pulled by a beautiful black mare that he had ordered just for it.
He then gave me the engagement ring, and I began to cry. I cried right in front of him! He took it the wrong way, of course, thinking that it was tears of joy, and kissed me full on the lips. I didn’t even enjoy it; I knew that I would never love Gregory, no matter what he did. The ring is beautiful. With its one diamond and gold bind. I can’t help liking it, and that is the worst thing, for I do not want to like it, I want to hate it, like I hate my life. I am preparing myself though, for I know that it is unstoppable, what is coming.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 3
Dear Diary.
I must admit, today was very uneventful, the wedding preparations are beyond me, and so I mostly was just in my room, though I did find something out today. My mother has told me that Gregory does not know about my epilepsy, he thinks I am perfect. I am sure that if he knew he would not want to marry me. My mother though had forbidden me to tell him, saying that if I even hint about it that I shall be locked in my room for a month. I do not doubt that she would hold back on this. For she had done things like that before, though never as sever, she is a very cruel women altogether, only nice when she is getting her way.
I had yet another seizure today, and that is why I am in bed at this moment, because it is unhealthy for me to be up and about after having an attack. It is terrible though! I don’t know how many more attacks I can withstand, and I know that death is not far away. It seems as though I do not have a chance. I have cried so much today, and I do not know how many more tears I have left.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 4
Dear Diary
I have abandoned all hope of getting out of this, today Gregory took me for a walk, and confessed that he loves me more then anything, anyone and that he never wants to let me go. I am not sure if it is all true, but I seem to be able to see it in his eyes. Even though I do not return the feelings, how can I turn him down when it would literally rip him apart? My corset suddenly feels ten times tighter. I do not allow myself to cry anymore, it does not do anything. Crying is just another hopeless action that comes with having your life’s direction turned around against your will.
I feel worse today than I ever have felt, everything seems to be sore, but I do not know if I am just being paranoid or if I am actually getting worse. Maybe I have tuberculosis. I high doubt it though, I am already so sick, how can it get any worse.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 5
Dear Diary.
My brother is dead.
A carriage hit him last night, crossing the dirt road to get to are own carriage. It was coming to fast, and the horse was out of control, he had no chance. The funeral is tomorrow. I am not sure if I will be able to stand going to it. My brother and I never did get along very well, but that does not mean I do not love him. He was a man of great intelligence, and now the world will never know of this. I am tired, and I do not feel the need to right anymore about my brother. My candlelight is diminished anyway.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 6
Dear Diary.
Everyone was crying at the funeral, and even though I felt tremendously sad, I could not come to shad a tear. I am sure my mother hates me for that; my brother was always her favourite. I know that on the inside I was crying, but on the outside… I have cried too much the last few days. I do not have tears to spare anymore. Every time I close my eyes though, I see is white cold face right before they close his coffin to prepare for the barely. I am lost, not sure how I am going to move on now, I’ have seen how I shall look when I die, and I am not prepared for that, I am not prepared to leave this life and enter what ever one awaits for me.
I am crying now, somewhere I found more tears, and now they are falling, dripping onto this paper, large and wet. Blurring the ink like my vision is blurred. I can hear my mom trudging up the stairs, coming to talk to me about my behaviour at the funeral. I know that I will probably be grounded, but of course I am to be a married women tomorrow. I will only laugh in her face and tell her that she does not control my life anymore. That I am not to be living here after the next day. She is opening the door, light spilling in from the oil lamps in the hall. I am being forced to cease my writing.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 7
I have collapsed during the wedding.
I can easily picture what had happened. I had been halfway down the isle, staring fate straight in the face, meeting my fiancés gaze without even a flinch. I had prepared myself the night before. I had suddenly felt light headed, the world had spun around me, becoming a blur, and I had felt myself hit the ground. Screams had erupted around me, people picking me up and carrying me to the carriage to get me home as quickly as possible and to get a doctor to come and see me. This all happened while I just writhed in there arms.
I am sitting in bead, my breath short and my heart pounding hard against my ribs. I am ready, even though yesterday I was not, I am now, and I do not think that I will regret going away like this. The world is too cruel for a girl like me. No, a women like me, I am a women of choices, I want to control my life and be able to make decisions. I have taken of my fiancés ring; I will not wear something that was never meant to be. My mother is asleep in the chair beside me; her face soft and her cheeks actually tear stained. Maybe she cared about me more then I had though. I find that I care for her more then I though.
My eyelids are drooping, I know I’ am losing this battle, a battle that was never meant to be won, this is fate, and I am ready to embrace it. This is my path. My mother has awoken, She is gripping my arm, the tears streaming down her face again, and I know that she does not want me to leave her, but I am ready. I will always love her, even though I did not know this until now. I am ready.
Sincerely
Karen Rose
The mother supposedly writes the last bit, for Karen dies before she can sign it.
Hehe, just wanted to show of a bit of my writing xD
A week in the life of a Great Britain women.
Day 1
Dear Diary
My life is falling down around me.
In my time, men controlled the lives of the women. First you were controlled by there fathers and any other male relative that happened to come along, and then by your husband, and that is how my life is falling apart.
Everything is going wrong, all my plans have been swept away as if they were nothing. Today I have found out that I am to be marrying Gregory Tailor. He is very wealthy, and I know my family needs the money, but I feel that everything is going terribly wrong. Plus my epilepsy had been getting worse everyday, my family do not think that I shall make it to my next birthday, and I am sure that it why they are wedding me so quickly. I cried all last night when I found out. The wedding is to be at the end of this weak, on Sunday. It is all happening so fast, and I do not know how I am going to be able to handle it. I just want to cry.
My mother came to me today, she talked about why this was necessary, and that she wanted me to be happy. I yelled at her, telling her how can I be happy when I am being married against my will to some man that I barely knew? I feel bad about that, but I cannot come to regret my words. They came from my heart, and right now my heart is torn. I am not speaking to her, no matter how much she attempts to talk to me I just walk away. My father is not to be ignored though, and he yelled at me for the way I treated my mother today, but I do not care, and I only nodded when it was necessary. No matter how hard it is I will not explain to them how much this is hurting me.
I also had the worst seizure yet today, when I came to I was surrounded by my family, there worried eyes all trained on my face at the same time, making me worried that it had been worse then it felt. It had been, I had almost bit of my tongue. I could taste the foul taste of blood in my mouth. I don’t know a day when I have cried this much, I just want to go back to the way my life was running before.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 2
Dear Diary
The preparations have begun, we are setting up the place where the wedding shall be, which is beside a cliff, plus we have been looking for a dress for me. My mother is frantic, pulling me out of one frilly dress and into another. Tightening my corset every time to make me fit into them better. It is quite annoying. My mother keeps talking about how it has to be perfect, even though she knows that I am still ignoring her. Gregory was over today as well, talking to me about how the wedding was going to be on perfect, that I would ride in on a carriage pulled by a beautiful black mare that he had ordered just for it.
He then gave me the engagement ring, and I began to cry. I cried right in front of him! He took it the wrong way, of course, thinking that it was tears of joy, and kissed me full on the lips. I didn’t even enjoy it; I knew that I would never love Gregory, no matter what he did. The ring is beautiful. With its one diamond and gold bind. I can’t help liking it, and that is the worst thing, for I do not want to like it, I want to hate it, like I hate my life. I am preparing myself though, for I know that it is unstoppable, what is coming.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 3
Dear Diary.
I must admit, today was very uneventful, the wedding preparations are beyond me, and so I mostly was just in my room, though I did find something out today. My mother has told me that Gregory does not know about my epilepsy, he thinks I am perfect. I am sure that if he knew he would not want to marry me. My mother though had forbidden me to tell him, saying that if I even hint about it that I shall be locked in my room for a month. I do not doubt that she would hold back on this. For she had done things like that before, though never as sever, she is a very cruel women altogether, only nice when she is getting her way.
I had yet another seizure today, and that is why I am in bed at this moment, because it is unhealthy for me to be up and about after having an attack. It is terrible though! I don’t know how many more attacks I can withstand, and I know that death is not far away. It seems as though I do not have a chance. I have cried so much today, and I do not know how many more tears I have left.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 4
Dear Diary
I have abandoned all hope of getting out of this, today Gregory took me for a walk, and confessed that he loves me more then anything, anyone and that he never wants to let me go. I am not sure if it is all true, but I seem to be able to see it in his eyes. Even though I do not return the feelings, how can I turn him down when it would literally rip him apart? My corset suddenly feels ten times tighter. I do not allow myself to cry anymore, it does not do anything. Crying is just another hopeless action that comes with having your life’s direction turned around against your will.
I feel worse today than I ever have felt, everything seems to be sore, but I do not know if I am just being paranoid or if I am actually getting worse. Maybe I have tuberculosis. I high doubt it though, I am already so sick, how can it get any worse.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 5
Dear Diary.
My brother is dead.
A carriage hit him last night, crossing the dirt road to get to are own carriage. It was coming to fast, and the horse was out of control, he had no chance. The funeral is tomorrow. I am not sure if I will be able to stand going to it. My brother and I never did get along very well, but that does not mean I do not love him. He was a man of great intelligence, and now the world will never know of this. I am tired, and I do not feel the need to right anymore about my brother. My candlelight is diminished anyway.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 6
Dear Diary.
Everyone was crying at the funeral, and even though I felt tremendously sad, I could not come to shad a tear. I am sure my mother hates me for that; my brother was always her favourite. I know that on the inside I was crying, but on the outside… I have cried too much the last few days. I do not have tears to spare anymore. Every time I close my eyes though, I see is white cold face right before they close his coffin to prepare for the barely. I am lost, not sure how I am going to move on now, I’ have seen how I shall look when I die, and I am not prepared for that, I am not prepared to leave this life and enter what ever one awaits for me.
I am crying now, somewhere I found more tears, and now they are falling, dripping onto this paper, large and wet. Blurring the ink like my vision is blurred. I can hear my mom trudging up the stairs, coming to talk to me about my behaviour at the funeral. I know that I will probably be grounded, but of course I am to be a married women tomorrow. I will only laugh in her face and tell her that she does not control my life anymore. That I am not to be living here after the next day. She is opening the door, light spilling in from the oil lamps in the hall. I am being forced to cease my writing.
Sincerely
Karen Rose.
Day 7
I have collapsed during the wedding.
I can easily picture what had happened. I had been halfway down the isle, staring fate straight in the face, meeting my fiancés gaze without even a flinch. I had prepared myself the night before. I had suddenly felt light headed, the world had spun around me, becoming a blur, and I had felt myself hit the ground. Screams had erupted around me, people picking me up and carrying me to the carriage to get me home as quickly as possible and to get a doctor to come and see me. This all happened while I just writhed in there arms.
I am sitting in bead, my breath short and my heart pounding hard against my ribs. I am ready, even though yesterday I was not, I am now, and I do not think that I will regret going away like this. The world is too cruel for a girl like me. No, a women like me, I am a women of choices, I want to control my life and be able to make decisions. I have taken of my fiancés ring; I will not wear something that was never meant to be. My mother is asleep in the chair beside me; her face soft and her cheeks actually tear stained. Maybe she cared about me more then I had though. I find that I care for her more then I though.
My eyelids are drooping, I know I’ am losing this battle, a battle that was never meant to be won, this is fate, and I am ready to embrace it. This is my path. My mother has awoken, She is gripping my arm, the tears streaming down her face again, and I know that she does not want me to leave her, but I am ready. I will always love her, even though I did not know this until now. I am ready.
Sincerely
Karen Rose
The mother supposedly writes the last bit, for Karen dies before she can sign it.
Hehe, just wanted to show of a bit of my writing xD
