Grell's Diary Week Seven pt.2

~GRELL'S SURPRISINGLY NORMAL DIARY~</u>



February 7th 1881</u>


Alan turned up at the office in a frightful state today.  The poor boy was black and blue from head to toe and one of his eyes had swollen up so badly that he could hardly see... Even his GLASSES were broken. I knew it was a mistake allowing him to return him with that crazy bastard... I feel so damned guilty.

The smug look on that vile blonde's face as he stood there with his arm around poor Alan made me want to lash out and smash his face in, but I managed to hold myself back; I've been getting into too many fights lately. All the same, I felt enough guilt at the situation to make a murderer seem care free, particularly when I went into Alan's office and found him crying under his desk. If it hadn't been for Eric suddenly coming to stand behind me with his arms folded, I might have done something more. As it is, I shall have to deal with it later.

I saw William today for the first time in a while. He's looking a lot better – more lively I suppose – than the last time I saw him, but when I tried to strike up a conversation, he completely ignored me and just went into his office. Ronald is still hanging out with that Melody girl...

I WAS going to visit Undertaker today, but it seems he's away on 'business' (I have a feeling it's connected to those orbs) so again, I spent my day alone. Loretta you ask? She won't answer my calls.



February 8th 1881</u>


I woke up today to find that all the snow had melted. It seems it rained during the night and dissolved it all... It's just a shame that so much ice was left behind, because now I'm lying in my bed with what I THINK might be a broken hip... (I slipped...). I'm lucky that I have such nice neighbours to help me~

This does mean I'll miss work, but no-one will notice I'm gone anyway...



February 9th 1881</u>


Still stuck at home... I've come to the conclusion that it's not broken, just very, VERY painful. I had a warm bath and it eased it a bit...

I'm still extremely worried about Alan... I wish someone would phone me up and tell me how he is or something. I wish someone would just phone me up. I got a voice mail from Loretta's number, but it was just some really angry guy that sounded extremely pissed, so I just put it down again; I can't be bothered with stuff like that right now.

I decided to review my resolutions out of boredom:

1. At some point this year, reveal that I'm actually straight.

-Well, I guess you could say I did this... I mean, William knows I suppose...


2. Try to avoid flirting with William as much as possible... it makes me feel uncomfortable.

- I can't even get close enough to him to do so, therefore I'm doing well so far.



3. Try to see Ronald's pranks as funny rather than offensive or insulting.

-Don't even go there.



4. Get as much paperwork done as I can and ensure it's on time. This way, William will see that I am serious about my job.

-50/50 I guess...



5. Attempt to find at least some sort of female friend, whether it be romantic or just social.

-Loretta? (WHY WON'T YOU CALL ME?!)



6. Tone down my red obsession.

-Meh.



7. Get to know Eric and Alan better – They don't seem to like me much.

- What can I say?



8. Finally get around to writing that semi-biographical novel I've always wanted to do about my life.

-HAHAHA! No.



9. Under no circumstances go to next year's New Year party.

-Haven't had the opportunity...



10. Try not to break any of the above resolutions.

- ......

Well THAT was fun... I'm going to just sleep now.



February 10th 1881</u>


You're kidding me right? WHERE THE HELL DID THE 9th GO?! I woke up today thinking that it was just a few hours later, and lo and behold, it's been TWO FREAKING DAYS!!!  AND I slept in! Heck, I only had two sleeping pills... Mind you, it DOES say not to mix it with anything and I'd been taking painkillers for my stupid hip... But still! What the hell?!

Anyhow, it seems that while I was 'napping', William rescued Alan from that hell-hole and the little reaper is now staying at his (new...it seems) apartment (Alan phoned - finally, contact!) There was also a message from Ronald asking where the hell I was, and another angry call from the shouty man... I really can't be bothered with all this... I'll just explain at work tomorrow.



February 11th 1881</u>


Why oh why oh WHY did I go back to work today?! As if it wasn't bad enough having to walk there with a crazy leg and then finding 3 days of work on my desk, the scene I saw happening between William and Eric is, I think, enough to traumatise me for life!! The vile beast was all over poor William, despite frequent objections and had Alan not intervened, I might have been forced to take drastic measures. Honestly, Eric is worse than a demon these days and THAT is saying something.

Poor, pitiful Alan... running after the man who has caused him nothing but suffering in these last few weeks. And poor William, standing there in shock, the events of the last few minutes still sinking in as he looked at me with eyes clouded with shame and pain before retreating yet again into that office of his once more.

Everywhere I look these days, I am surrounded by pain and sadness, most of it caused by the people we once called 'colleagues' and 'friends'. It seems in the few days I was gone, things have only taken a turn for the worse and the office has adopted a dull and depressed atmosphere. Even Ronald seemed less cheery than usual. I hate this, I really do. I wish we could just turn back time and go back to the way things were...