“Then write now, my young friend. Write to our friend and to any other; and say, if it will please you, that you shall stay with me until a month from now.”
You cannot see these entries, Mina. But god knows I wish you could.
I’m afraid to make any of these entries public. If I do, the Count may see them and may figure out more about my anxiety and fear than I’ve been letting on.
I need to get out of this place. I REALLY need to get out of THIS HOLE. I’ll do anything…
And even though the Count surely can’t read this blog, it was as though he read my mind as today he’s provided me with a chance at escape.
E-mail! I will email Pete and my beloved and hope to god that the Count does not get a chance to read them before I click ’send.’ He wants me to stay in this hole for another month and I dare say … HELL NO!
