Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Author's note: While reading chapters 1 and 3 a common motif was alcohol and other spirits. Alcohol is known to change personalities and completely change people.

While at the dinner, the guests who referred to Utterson as a dry lawyer…liked to sit awhile in his unobtrusive company, practising for solitude, sobering their minds in the man's rich silence, after the expense and strain of gaiety To this rule Dr Jekyll was no exception; and as he now sat on the opposite side of the fire - a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty, with something of a slyish cast perhaps. Utterson was dry—a word used to describe the absence of alcohol—and his conversation sobered the minds of the other guests—another word used to describe the absence of alcohol—and on the opposite spectrum, on the other side of the fire sat Dr. Jekyll. Alcohol is known to greatly alter people’s personalities after intoxication. It can create a dangerous beast from the ashes of a harmless person. People are embarrassed by having alcoholism and try to hide their ugly secret. Jekyll is the harmless man who is hiding a hideous secret. Alcohol consumption and parties are a popular motif, for right before Hyde went on his initial rampage alcohol was mentioned right before it. The alcohol and other spirits are a warning sign as to when Hyde will make his next deadly march.

I wish she knew…

There she is, standing at her locker talking to friends without knowing the way I truly feel about her. As I walk by she grants a friendly smile; I wish she knew. Whatever—I think to myself—story of my life. With a swift move into the door and the resonance of the hour bell, I am back in class again, still only a dreamer. As the day goes on my mind continues to wander as my heart makes wishes. When the day ends, I quickly gather my homework and make a break in the opposite direction towards her locker. I walk—walk as quickly as I could in hopes to see her but one more time; or even better, get a chance to say goodbye and see her beautiful smile one last time. There I am standing in the hallway with her nowhere in sight, with unbearable pain in my heart I feel like dying. The pain viciously tore my heart; and before tears formed, I made my way through the hall of other couples fighting my way to the bus. The immature chatter of others and talk of relationships bring me down even further. In an attempt to drown out the hurt, I listen to the very music that reminds me of her. After my departure, I begin my way trudging down the street to my house. When I finally stumble through the door, I drop my backpack and plop on the couch. With headphones in, the instant my eyelids shut I venture off into dreamland—as always she is the featured guest. I grasped the dream tight and held it extremely close, my love pulsing throughout like an arterial system. When I finally awake I realize nothing was real and I am stuck in the world where she does not know. The news comes with pain, and I am suddenly overcome with the fear she never will. It kills me inside; especially knowing it would be my own fault. I really wish she knew. With the semester coming to an end my biggest fear is not the exams, but the nightmare that I will have no classes with her second semester. With the time I have to tell her how I truly feel coming to a close; every day is a battle between my heart and my mind. I want nothing more than to tell her; my heart beats faster when I see her and out of my chest when we talk. The very thought of losing her scares the shit out of me. Shaking the horror, I pull up my back-pack with a thrust and a heave and begin my homework trying to forget about the whole situation. It is no use, she is stuck on my mind and will never leave—not that I want her to—if there is any girl worth this much heart-ache this is definitely the one. Her smile brightens up my day and her voice cheers me up. She is the epitome of a dream girl and deserves a king, she is the essence of beauty and deserves nothing but the best, she is amazing and the one I care about most. I wish she knew.