Disclaimer: I don't own the novel 'Jane Eyre' or any of the characters in 'Jane Eyre'. All rights for the book goes to Charlotte Brontë. Also a big thanks to her for writing that wonderful book. Everyone shall read it!
I am deeply sorry about the delay. I've been very busy with school, and I have had a lack of ideas too. But here it is. I would also like to tell you all that I am aware of the rules of English grammar , sometimes however, I ignore them for a reason. For example, I am very well aware of the fact that you don't but a "But" or an "And" in the beginning of a new sentence.
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Here's chapter two, enjoy!
A chilly wind was blowing over the landscape. It was in the middle of October and the before so fertile countryside was now like an empty closet.
Dark and unamusing.
In the middle of everything, on a hill, you could see a great manor-house, almost like a castle. If you only saw it from the outside, on your daily morning walk, you would probably notice the beautiful architecture and continue your walk with that.
I would also be pleased to tell you that there was the only delightful thing this grey autumn day. But unfortunately I have to disappoint you on that issue too. I'm afraid the Rochester mansion were among the saddest and most dreadful mansions in the whole side of Northern England at this point.
In one, large, empty room a young woman stood. Her hair was brown, so was her eyes, and at that particular moment she was drawing. A usual morning pleasure for Jane, today however, it was no pleasure at all. Her thoughts were at different place, perhaps they were left in the empty hallway, the same hallway which Edward Rochester the day before had asked her if she was doing well with a concerned look on his face. The same hallway Jane right now heard a strange noise from.
What was that? She thought to herself, and immediately dropped the pencil she held. Now, a normal woman, or any human-shaped figure at all for that matter, would probably try to hide behind the nearest curtain, or at least stay in the room they were in that particular moment. But Jane was not an ordinary woman, she lived for her curiosity and couldn't stand to hide or stay in the room. The hinges creaked when the door opened, she stepped out in the hallway, her feet brushed against the cold wooden and Jane could already now feel the tense in the air.
There was the noise again, this time she could hear it clearer than the last time. It was a sound no one could explain, not even the best author would have the capacity to write something that sounded alike it.
"Hello?" Jane said quietly.
No answer.
"Hello" She repeated, now a bit louder.
Still there was no answer, Jane was about to turn and walk back to the room again when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She turned her head, ready to face the dark-haired woman, but it wasn't her.
"Jane, what are you doing out here?" Edward Rochester said, shaking his head slightly.
"I'm sorry Edward, I heard this strange noise and I just had to go and see what it was." Jane explained herself.
"I told you to stay in the room." he continued, now more upset.
"I know, and I'm sorry for breaking that rule but I couldn't stay in the room. I couldn't."
Mr.Rochester shook his head in disbelief and took Jane by her hands.
"Jane, listen to me, it is very important for me that you obey my orders. This is for your sake, and for mine too, I can't loose you again Jane. Not again."
And with that he walked in the direction of the tower-room. Leaving Jane full of questions, full of worries. Perhaps the answers would come to her eventually, perhaps they wouldn't.
However, the only thing Jane could do now was to wait.
The same night Jane was in their bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the roof. Edward had not come yet, he told her that he would have to work late this evening.
She wriggled a bit, tried to think about something else for a moment, but everything led back to the noise in the hallway, to Edward´s worried face.
All of a sudden there was a penetrating shriek. Jane sat up abruptly, it was another noise this time than earlier that day.
There it was again.
Jane couldn't bare to stay in bed any longer, she burst out of bed and opened the door.
The screams became clearer as Jane ran further in the same direction as Mr.Rochester had done earlier. When she reached the tower-room the shrieks were so piercing and so full of anguish that she almost didn't bare to open the door. Although she had to do it, she took a deep breath and pulled the door open.
The sight she was about to see is too frightful to mention, even for a writer. I must, though, say that Jane Eyre was now standing in front of a tall woman, whose hair was black and curly. A drop of red blood was running down her cheek, like a tear.
The woman was no other than Bertha Mason.
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- Amanda