Catherine's Return

Catherine has finally returned from Thrushcross Grange. It was but five weeks ago that I last saw her. We were out playing, and eventually spying on the Linton children on the Grange, when their dog came out and seemed to attack Catherine! I do believe that dog's name was Skulker, as that is what they yelled as he got to Catherine in his game. Catherine told me to run away, but how could I leave her there being attacked by this mad bulldog? Then, when the servant saw what exactly was going on, he bid Skulker off and took Catherine inside of the house. I proceeded to follow them in the house when Linton asked what had happened. The servant told about how their dog had gotten a hold of Catherine, while the Linton children examined me. They decided that I ought to go in the cellar . That never did occur, though, and I was simply thrown out without Catherine. Now it is Christmas, and Catherine has returned. Her manners have improved quite a bit, and she is not the Cathy I remember. She now sees me as dirty, just like the rest of them! The Linton children, Edgar and Isabella, have come over once since her return. I don't understand what Cathy sees in them. I cant change my ways to become prim and proper because I will never be as good as Edgar Linton...or at least as good as Catherine makes him out to be. I cant stand why they make fun of me! Why, just the other night I threw applesauce at Edgar because of his comments on my appearance. Then, of course, Hindley sent me to my room, where I was ordered to stay. Eventually Catherine came up to talk to me. We soon went downstairs, and I went to the kitchen with Nelly. That is where I began to think of revenge towards Hindley. Our relationship will never change, and I don't intend to ever please him.

My Arrival Upon Wuthering Heights

Mr. Earnshaw's health is starting to fail. I have found this quite hard to handle considering we have become quite close. I remember when he first brought me here to Wuthering Heights, not too long ago. Everybody despised me! Well, everybody except for him. Before calling me Heathcliff, they all called me "it". I suppose it was because I was dirty and couldn't speak properly. I don't necessarily blame them, for I was pitiful, but I wouldn't consider that my fault. Then, when the other children, Hindley and Cathy, found out their gifts were lost and broken, I felt even more hatred from them. I must admit I have never felt quite so many emotions at once. I was happy to be wanted by Mr. Earnshaw, and yet fearful of what would happen in the future. I also felt so rejected. Oh so rejected! The list of feelings that overwhelmed me could possible go on forever. That night, nobody wanted to sleep in my presence, so the housekeeper, Nelly, put me at the bottom of the staircase to sleep. I eventually went and slept by Mr. Earnshaw's door. It may not have been any more comfortable, but I did feel a great deal safer. Now while my relationship with Cathy is very thick, Hindley still hasn't taken to me. I can't say that I know for sure if the relationship will get any better, but I know that it breaks Mr. Earnshaw's heart to see that Hindley hates me so. I must only hope that the future holds decently for us, especially when Mr. Earnshaw has passed.
-Heathcliff