And here's, technically Chapter 6 part two, but I'll just make it chapter seven.

It is from the same entry on 23/5/12 (the previous chapter) , but later on in the day. Or night.

Enjoy folks!

23:00

I have calmed a bit now, and I think it is time for me to talk of today. Today was full of arguments and fighting and brainwashing. My father was determined to do something against him- until he found out he seemed to be non-existent. He consulted Mr. Birling- they didn't know what happened either. Is he a ghost or the like? That's what Cecilia asked- at first. She also argued that mother should leave the charity.

I've never realised how manipulative my parents are. They convinced her that it was nonsense. The boy was lower class, his feeling were simple: he was upset, he should die. Unlike our class- we're more sensible. That it was Eva's fault, his fault, everyone's fault but ours.

She believed it.

I stormed out of the house, to pass a police officer. I stopped- stunned. He did too. 'We called earlier. I hope your sister isn't out.'

'I left before. What did she do? Steal money?' He hesitated, but then nodded. I laughed bitterly, and I regret it now, but I knew exactly what this whole situation was reflecting, as the Croft's household came into view, the factories looming behind.

I arrived in Eric's room earlier than Sheila, Gerald scuttling out as soon as I entered. I relayed to him what happened. He hesitated before saying-

'That Eva Smith, if you're wondering what I did, is worse than anything. I was drunk and I...forced myself on her. I'm disgusted at myself. But nobody else cares. I should be in prison.'

'It seems alcohol is the cause of society's worst evils' I tried to joke, the words feeling foreign and wrong: I understood Eric's dirty look.

'Society's structure is the cause of society's worst evils' he spat, and Sheila entered.

'Finally!' Eric exclaimed, his expression changing entirely. 'Gerald gave me a book. I think it may be important.'

And with that, Eric withdrew a massive book, old, but clearly not used much. The title read 'The founding of the industrial towns of Queen Victoria's reign.' He quickly located Brumley, and read out:

'The founders of Brumley are considered Mr. H. Goole and Mr. M. Ruevault, cousins from the neighbouring village, Thamesmorton. Both wanted a place where poor and rich could work together, alongside the wonders of the industrial revolution, to create a 'better life' for all their residents. They welcomed the upper class first, making them promise that their work would be good and affordable. However, the two were ridiculous. They were unaware that things have already improved for the poor from the ages before Good Queen Victoria. The upper classes knew that however, and instead converted Brumley to a better, industrial town, with tall factories and many willing workers, brought to Brumley by the original duo's unreasonable promise. Due to this, Goole and Ruevault both committed suicide, another two victims of the dangerous push for unstablising society.'

I copied that straight from the dreaded book. Useful information, but the bias, the manipulation! I hope to never be an author like that. Twisted, malicious words, yet they were normal then. Normal now.

I haven't addressed the issue that is my guilt. I need to. What I did- I can't believe it! Regardless of suicide, of whatever, I dragged an eleven year old child to a person that would destroy him. I wanted it- I wanted him to be destroyed. I thought it was due to loyalty to Gerald- I was blind. It was loyalty twisted to anger merging into a rage that was cruel and...should be locked away. With Eric, I guess, and Cecilia. My crime? Not taming it. Having to hear that it killed a child to have me tame it. If there wasn't the opportunity to change, I'd go to hell, and I'd happily accept it. I deserve it. And even if I change, I'll go to hell, but at least the human life can do some good.