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Author's Note-If anyone noticed, ye the format is differnet. I was still figuring out how to work the site so I finaly managed to separate my paragraphs. Hope you enjoy. They didn't go into what happened to Mr. Rochester after the fire, so I dicided to take matters into my own hands. Enjoy.
Mr. Rochester moaned softly as he regained consciousness. Pain troubling his hand, head and legs sent unmanly tears to his eyes as he tried to move. He soon found that charred wood and rock weighted his body down to the point where movement was impossible. "Help! Somebody…" His scorched throat allowed no further speech.
He had never been more frightened in his whole life. Jane leaving him, his house burning down around him, even his lunatic wife dying…it was just too much at one time for his fragile emotions to handle. A new flood of tears spilled from his eyes. Oh how the warm water pained his eyes. Something wasn't right…he could sense it.
Jane would know if she was still here. Oh, his sweet Jane. She seemed to know everything. That woman had the wisdom of an owl….yes…but the owl had flown away only a few hours ago to who knows where. Yes, the owl flew far away from him never to return. What was his life now without his dearest love?
And he had hurt her. When he saw her face as he showed her the wife he kept a secret, he thought his heart would rip in two. Her eyes grew large and empty. The rosy coloring in her face drained away. No tears fell from her eyes. He knew that she was too shocked to cry…too wounded to even think about crying.
He couldn't bear to live with himself anymore. There was no reason for him to live. No hope existed for her return. He closed his eyes again, prepared to starve to death trapped under the ruins of his home. Suddenly, a crash sounded a few feet from him. Thinking that more of his manor walls collapsed, he simply heaved a troubled sigh and closed his eyes again.
"Wait-wait-I see someone over there! See? Under that rubble over there. Don't just stare, help me!" Mr. Rochester opened his eyes and gasped in shock. His faithful servant, John had come back. Someone actually cared that he was alive. Great, another bit of confusion to trouble his shattered emotional state. He heard the sound of wood falling and cried out as a particularly large burning beam fell on top of his face. The voices of his panicked servants slurred and died as he slowly fell unconscious once again that morning.
Oh no, we are not done here! There is still more drama that will unfold. Please review I'd appreciate it! Farewell for now.