When will night turn into day? Catherine has left me in such torment. Why is that she’s allowed to lie in peace for all of eternity, but I have to stay alive and struggle. Damn you, damn you all.
‘Bawling your eyes out won’t give you the forgiveness you’re hoping for boy,’ said a smug voice which I knew all too well. ‘Joseph you treacherous lout – begone, I need not any hassle from you.’ Stupid interfering fool, why is it always his job to poke his nose into matters not concerning him. ‘Gypsy, you may have control over this household, but you will never gain my allegiance. Just know that it’s never too late to repent. The best thing Miss Cathy ever did was marry Linton, whereas you, you’ve got nothing to show for yourself,’ retorted old Joseph, him and his preaching. I edged closer towards him, ’Do not talk about Cathy, your lips aren’t worthy enough to hold her name.’ Joseph stared back at me with those cold brutal eyes, ‘And you wonder why she left you?’ By this point, my hands had found their way to that pious fool’s neck, just one more squeeze and I could suck the life out of him. Even in pain, Joseph didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, ‘You shall burn in the hottest fires of hell, you devil.’ No, this weakling isn’t worth it, his days are limited anyway, killing him would mean that I’m releasing him from this life of excruciating pain quicker. My grip loosened and I walked out of the house that reminded me so badly of Cathy. Behind me Joseph was shouting his usual threats, but I couldn’t hear him. All I could think, hear and see was Cathy.
