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
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