October 13, 1877
I'm not sure why I'm writing this, in fact, I'm not quite sure what's been going through my head, lately. Ever since that woman hit me with the porcelain water jug, I've never been able to keep my thoughts straight. They're all about her.
It's not just about her beauty, the way her fair skin compliments her dark hair, or the way her gray eyes sparkled when I rescued her from her room in the Dark Sister's house. But the part I love most, is when Henry grabbed her in the Dark House, she bit him! No one has EVER bitten Henry, except for me. I was only 12, so that makes it much less impressive, but still…
After I rescued her from her room in the bloody Dark House, we went back to search for anything that might be useful –notes, devices, information. I've told no one of this, but underneath the mattress, I found some letters that Miss Gray had written during her stay at the Dark Sister's… welcoming mansion. I read them over and over, searching for evidence. But was evidence really what I was looking for?
I can only come to one conclusion. The way I've dreamt of her, and the way she can't love me, it all makes this extremely dreadful and horrid. But I can't help myself.
I am in love with the girl behind the scrawled letter.