Tuesday 8th July 1838

Last night was terrible. After such a marvelous day it had turned to a horrendous night. A storm started at about nine o' clock. It was so loud; the worst I've ever seen. Sacha was barking all night. They weren't the normal barks I heard from her either, these were ear breaking shouts of anger and fright. She scared me. Mother didn't even bother to show her face in my room to see if I was alright. I didn't expect that much from her. Finally Sacha had calmed down and me and her sat in silent listening to the sounds of the storm all night. Sacha was curled up next to me as I lay in my warm bed. Protected from the trees hitting the roof making me even more afraid.

The morning came and all was back to normal with the sky. It had returned to the glorious day it was the day before. I awoke early from only getting a couple of hours sleep. It was still a big shock to the system even though it was a few less than I usually get. Most nights I am either composing my music or designing buildings. It is peaceful at night. I often look out of my window, up in to the stars and dream about what is up there. Some day I wish to get out of this house and find new places to explore. Mother won't let me talk about anything outside of this village; even though I have not yet seen it. I get the impression that Mother wants to keep me locked away in this house all my days. She sees this as protection for me, I see this as a punishment.

My mind is not let free to flow if I am forced to remain in this house forever. I must get out and see the World!

Mother awoke three hours after me. She came to my closed door, unlocked it and let me out. I asked her if she was not bothered by the sound of the storm and Sacha's barking. She told me that she wasn't kept awake by the storm; even though it was a mild inconvenience. This annoyed me. She always has to put up a front when she is speaking to me. It's as if she is trying to beat me at things; seem more inferior. I don't think she has yet accepted that I am becoming better than she is.

After we had our breakfast Mother went away out to the village to get some shopping. Marie has been ill the past few days and has been unable to help Mother with her errands. She had left me alone in the house till at least mid day; locking the all the exits to the house before doing so. When Mother is out I like to wander about the house looking in places I am not allowed to. I took more time to explore the basement and try to find any more things which could further my knowings of the outside world. After showing my Mother the maps yesterday, she hid them from me in her room. I have no way of getting to them now.

I did not find anything interesting in the basement today. I was rummaging the whole time my Mother was out. She came back and caught me in the basement. I expected a beating for it but I was surprised. I only received a series of shouts about how curiosity killed the cat. I see this common phrase as foolish but dared not say my views in front of my Mother while she was in such a rage. She sent me to my room for a few hours and told me to think about how stupid I am to disobey her trust.

In my room I continued my designs. I am designing a grand building to hold hundreds of people. In this building people will pay great amounts of money to visit it and watch plays and listen to beautiful music. Someday I hope that my music will he heard by millions and I will be appreciated for it; even by my Mother.

Mother let me out of my room earlier than she said she would. Sacha had been barking and she wanted a way to shut her up. I clearly was the only way to do so. I was glad to be free from my room if only for a couple of hours. I was allowed to go to the back garden and play with Sacha. Mother was complaining about one of her headaches and wanted me to go out of the house for a while. Playing with Sacha is so much fun. She is the only friend I know. We played out together until it was dark and I was called back inside. Mother was sitting next to the fire in the drawing room making my a new mask wear. I couldn't express my gratitude. I went to kiss her on her cheek but she moved her head away as she usually does. Why doesn't she want to receive a kiss from me? What have I done to deserve this?

As i write in this book now I am looking outside my window, past the bars and outside beyond the trees to the village near by. Soon I will be out there, amongst all the people leading a normal life away from this house.

Hello Everyone. I hope you enjoyed this second chapter and I have carried on the story well. I am trying to examine all parts of Erik's life with his Mother at this time and hopfeully I have pulled off writing a portion of how good the original novel is. Please tell me what you think and give me a review, it will be most apreciated.

Gordon!