Note: I just thought I'd add this here since I finally got an idea for it.
It's not great; I can safely say that about it, but what the hell you know?
This does continue with the running theme of character death so be warned.
Here's Alfred's point of view.
Disclaimer: sad to say that they're not mine.
Where did I go wrong? Where did I lose them? Where along the years did my guidance become to little in use? They always leave me.
I know that I should not complain, but I cannot help it. They've all left me, and I have nothing else. First it was Master Dick, then Master Bruce to whom I was loyal and Faithful for many years. I find myself unable to understand as to why he left me of all people. Was I not a good butler? Did I upset him? No, not to my knowledge, I suppose that he just needed to get away from everything.
Then Miss Dinah left. I understood her plight though, I had not thought she would do it, but I did understand why she did. The person she loved was with another, and she was sure that any feelings would not be reciprocated. Before that, she was so bright, and filled with such sunshine. My day no longer feels as bright.
After her was Miss Helena, I was led to believe that her and Reese had a wonderful relationship, but as the evidence would point, apparently not. As to why she jumped, I do not understand at all. Maybe it was because of Miss Dinah's death. Although she would loath to admit it, Miss Helena truly did care for that young lady. I truly do miss her; she was filled with a wild fire that you only ever get to see so often in a person.
Last was Miss Barbara. It is her who I miss almost as much as Master Bruce. I was her friend, her confident, and she in turn, was mine. I told her things that I had never spoken to another person, but our relationship must have not been close enough. She left me as well, and I do understand why. So much was taken from her, and it was only natural that she broke down eventually.
All of them I had tried to help, as well as I could, and as often as I could. I can only conclude that it was not enough. Perhaps if I had tried harder they would have stayed, but I somehow doubt it. Everything was just too much for them, and it is beginning to become too much for me as well.
How does the old saying go? If you can't beat them join them? I could not do that though, I am far too much of a coward to take my own life, although some may say that it makes me more courageous. The world is a difficult place to live in.
I'm so lonely though. I feel as if my purpose is served, as if there's nothing left for me here. Nobody wants someone of my age, not when they can have someone younger, more able to complete various tasks, able to live longer.
What am I to do? There is nothing, I'm far too old to learn how to do anything else than what I have always known. My life is worthless to everyone around me, they do not know me, and thusly, they do not care. Courtesy, it would appear, is no longer appropriate.
The only question I have left is whether or not I should be a coward. This retirement home is not to my suiting; there is no independence, just strict routine. I have never minded rules and regulations much until now. Bit by bit it drives me insane.
I think that I shall choose the cowards way, I want to leave; I want to be anywhere but here. It's too lonely with the lack of friendly faces. I take one last look around the clock tower where I had served for so long. The rope is tied tightly, and its weight feels good around my neck. I move my weight from side to side, forcing the chair to totter back and forth. Then the rope is taunt, and I can breath no more.
Note: Well, there it is. If you want to send me your opinion, go ahead, I'm not really going to mind all that much, in fact, it'll probably make me happy.
Disclaimer: sad to say that they're not mine.
Where did I go wrong? Where did I lose them? Where along the years did my guidance become to little in use? They always leave me.
I know that I should not complain, but I cannot help it. They've all left me, and I have nothing else. First it was Master Dick, then Master Bruce to whom I was loyal and Faithful for many years. I find myself unable to understand as to why he left me of all people. Was I not a good butler? Did I upset him? No, not to my knowledge, I suppose that he just needed to get away from everything.
Then Miss Dinah left. I understood her plight though, I had not thought she would do it, but I did understand why she did. The person she loved was with another, and she was sure that any feelings would not be reciprocated. Before that, she was so bright, and filled with such sunshine. My day no longer feels as bright.
After her was Miss Helena, I was led to believe that her and Reese had a wonderful relationship, but as the evidence would point, apparently not. As to why she jumped, I do not understand at all. Maybe it was because of Miss Dinah's death. Although she would loath to admit it, Miss Helena truly did care for that young lady. I truly do miss her; she was filled with a wild fire that you only ever get to see so often in a person.
Last was Miss Barbara. It is her who I miss almost as much as Master Bruce. I was her friend, her confident, and she in turn, was mine. I told her things that I had never spoken to another person, but our relationship must have not been close enough. She left me as well, and I do understand why. So much was taken from her, and it was only natural that she broke down eventually.
All of them I had tried to help, as well as I could, and as often as I could. I can only conclude that it was not enough. Perhaps if I had tried harder they would have stayed, but I somehow doubt it. Everything was just too much for them, and it is beginning to become too much for me as well.
How does the old saying go? If you can't beat them join them? I could not do that though, I am far too much of a coward to take my own life, although some may say that it makes me more courageous. The world is a difficult place to live in.
I'm so lonely though. I feel as if my purpose is served, as if there's nothing left for me here. Nobody wants someone of my age, not when they can have someone younger, more able to complete various tasks, able to live longer.
What am I to do? There is nothing, I'm far too old to learn how to do anything else than what I have always known. My life is worthless to everyone around me, they do not know me, and thusly, they do not care. Courtesy, it would appear, is no longer appropriate.
The only question I have left is whether or not I should be a coward. This retirement home is not to my suiting; there is no independence, just strict routine. I have never minded rules and regulations much until now. Bit by bit it drives me insane.
I think that I shall choose the cowards way, I want to leave; I want to be anywhere but here. It's too lonely with the lack of friendly faces. I take one last look around the clock tower where I had served for so long. The rope is tied tightly, and its weight feels good around my neck. I move my weight from side to side, forcing the chair to totter back and forth. Then the rope is taunt, and I can breath no more.
Note: Well, there it is. If you want to send me your opinion, go ahead, I'm not really going to mind all that much, in fact, it'll probably make me happy.
