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Le 25 Juillet's Suicide-Personal Narrative

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Entry #1 Le 23 juin, 1891 WHY!?!?!?!????? Ten years, wasted. My soul is pitch-black, I am nothing but the embodiment of depression. Entry #2 Le 24 juin, 1891 If only I had been brave enough to tell the truth. Now I am left broke, exasperated, disheartened and FURIOUS. However, I am not angry at my dear friend, [May I still call her that?] Amélie. No, I am enraged at my husband for giving me that wretched invitation! If it weren’t for that, I would have never had a necklace to lose. Our lives would not have been lost. We would have never payed 35 000 francs for a necklace that was worth no more than 500. To think I was finally beginning to see him as a great man. Although I am extremely upset with François, I admit that I am also of partial blame. I could have spoken up and told the truth. …show more content…

Entry #10 Le 24 juillet, 1891 Goodbye. ♥ Entry #11 Le 25 juillet, 1891 I was naive. How did I ever think that I would be capable of murder? There was no way I could do it. Not when I was able to see Françoi’s eyes, the ones that held burning passion the ones with a desire to live How did I not see his eyes? All my planning, I thought I knew him, yet the only thing I had been looked at (concerning him) during the past year have been his hands, his feet and hands. Scarred and broken, yet his eyes, his eyes they continued on with an unbreakable fortitude. Nevertheless, I am happy. Even though I did not realize what he wanted, in the end, I can say that I loved him. I loved him enough to consider him in my malicious plan, not to put blame on him or to harm him, but to (attempt to) save him as well. I attempted to murder my husband because I did not want to leave him alone, without anyone to hold onto. He has given me so much, how could I leave him with no one? I am thankful that I have changed, I will learn to become a stronger person. I know what love is now. How times have

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