My final note

When this is given notice, injustice has already struck me but as much as my hope has vanished, as much I hope it vanish the injustice. Do not feel sorry for me, I'll be just fine. At this moment I have already moved on and this will be my final note.

My dear Gretchen! She was taken from me, given to another man and then taken again! She is no more and I cannot continue in this world of decay and solitude. My dear Gretchen, I saw her final with my own two hollow eyes. The night she passed in horror. The Duke! That Bastard!

After she was given away, my place of resident became the shadows of the Duke's manor. Only in the darkest corner of hell could I be with my Gretchen, only here could I see her, only here could I too rarely feel her. But our now forbidden romance did no good for our spirits. The devil became too suspicious and the price became my mistress' soul. Every day a new mark, every day a new woman but never to the better. Lord! I couldn't stand it anymore! I chose to end it.

That night, it all ended. I heard noise from the bedroom. Violence! The blade in my hand became filled with anger. I have realized that hell has consumed my soul and I beg for forgiveness! I burst the door open; saw my mistress naked on the floor beaten almost to death. Before I could use my blade, four arms were put on my shoulder and arms and I was put to the ground. There I saw it all. The Duke, with a grin like Lucifer, took my blade. I was forced to look. My mistress stabbed to death with my own weapon. One, two, three, four, it wouldn't end. The screaming and the cry for help. Luckily the tears distorted the scene. My mistress lying in a pool of blood is the last thing I remember before I somehow escaped. But what good was my escape? I found myself back in my miserable peasant house of solitude.

Three years it has been and every day I see the horrors of one night. Not only in my solitude, but also when I secretly, still, sneak my way to the manor to glance at my mistress through the glass. Now, she's only a painted ghost haunting the manor with a smile. Always gazing in my direction but her eyes only show me emptiness and despair. I sometimes see the Duke as well. Sometimes exhibiting my mistress to the public. If they only knew…

I don't believe this world will ever see justice but the despair somehow keeps my hope alive. When you read this don't feel sorry for me, I'll be just fine. Death will unite me with my mistress.