Old Doris Fletcher's Diary


 * Found on 3rd floor in Doris Fletcher's Acting School

Description
Doris Fletcher former diary
 * London, 17th August 1918
 * I saw her in the flesh... The witch from my childhood nightmares... The bitch that tortured
 * me for years... I saw her, and I shivered... Her voice... Her face... I knew she was in that
 * hospital... I knew she was sick, and I wanted to witness her suffering... I may have
 * reinvented myself, become a famous actress, erased those wicked years from my
 * memory... I can't forget I'm her daughter... When I saw her frail body in that small bed...
 * Suffering... Sick... Defeated... I had to hide my tears for she was looking at me... She
 * recognized me... She saw the hate in my eyes... And she smiled... My pale corpse of a
 * mother... And the worst thing was I felt no satisfaction seeing her in so much pain... The
 * worst was not to suddenly remember the beatings and the abuses... No... The worst was to
 * recognize the hate I felt in my heart when she looked at me, for it was the same hate I saw
 * in hers... For in the end. I can't escape being her daughter... We are the same, my mother
 * and I.
 * and I.