Why I am Writing

Dear Readers,

It is my deepest regret to inform you that Myrtle was hit by a car and died.  I, her sister, came here to pick up a few of her possessions and I noticed her blog up on her computer.  From reading her previous journals, it seems like she thinks that Tom was the one driving, but Tom pulled up in his usual car a while after the yellow car had driven off.  We do not know who killed my sister, but George and I are doing everything in our power to find out.  George is suspicious of Tom, and he said he was going to go over to Tom's later and confront him about it.  I know that my sister may not have made the best decisions in her life, but she did not deserve to die!  When George and I find out who killed her, if George doesn't kill them I'll do it myself!

What I Was Feeling When I Watched Tom Drive By

As the days have gone by, I have gradually stopped calling Tom because I am being forced to stay in my room with George watching me like a hawk.  A few hours ago, Tom stopped by to get gas in a beautiful new yellow car and George asked if he could have the old one so he could take me out West.  I was sitting in the window and Tom glances up at me, and in that one second I knew that he didn't want me to go, but he had no choice or George would become suspicious of him.  I could tell that Tom wished to tell me something but he glanced up one more time and drove away.  I feel heartbroken and hopeless.  My life will no longer have meaning after leaving this place.  Even being trapped in my room at least I can see the cars drive by and imagine that I am in the car with Tom on the way back to our private apartment.  Wait, I think I see Tom's car!  He's coming back for me!

What I Was Thinking When George Found the Dog Collar

It absolutely disgusts me that George went rummaging through my things and found the diamond dog collar Tom got for me.  I made up some story about how one of his customers had dropped it and that if they were willing to drop something like that, I should be able to keep it since George himself never gives me nice things.  George didn't believe my story, and he's talking of selling the collar to try and get money so we can move out West.  I am trying to remain calm, but I do not know what I'll do if I leave.  What is going to happen to the dog that Tom and I got?! All my really nice dresses are in the closet at our apartment.  I don't know whether I should just go and get all the stuff Tom has gotten me since George knows now or leave it all behind.  George is threatening to keep me locked up in here until we leave to go west, so I need to figure things out quickly.