Well I've calmed down a bit since Tuesday night. A gross overreaction on my part.
As I stated in an earlier entry, it was my duty to learn to accept two fingers by this past Tuesday. I failed to do so, thus failing to fulfill my end of the agreement I came to with Mr Headington. Understandably, he was angry with me, which lead to the level of brutality he treated me with. The idea behind my exercise was so I would be able to easily accomodate Mr Headington's penis for anal sex. I was not stretched nearly enough, and that is why it hurt so terribly when he penetrated me. This is the cause for my lapse in self control, as seen in my entry from two days ago.
I am also suffering from a head injury at the moment, and I believe the medication I've been put on is making me more emotional than normal. That is to say: I am feeling emotional. In the spirit of being completely honest in these memoirs, I will admit that on four seperate occasions, I have found myself on the verge of tears, which is utterly ridiculous.
Said injury came about because when I tried to shove Mr Headington away from me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head onto the floor. I was concussed and much more compliant after that. We told Mycroft that the injury resulted from one of the globes on the bookshelves falling on my head. I don't know if he believed me, but he hasn't said much about it, so I don't suppose it he's all that bothered one way or the other. Mummy and Father are away again, so I haven't bothered to go to school. No one has said anything about it. (And why would they -- I have been solely responsible for raising their test averages for many years now.)
I've spent most of the last two days in bed, as moving is extremely painful. There was quite a bit of tearing during my episode with Mr Headington, though the bleeding was almost a relief because it was a form of lubrication. (I wonder if I am being indelicate in stating this, but these words aren't meant to be read by anyone else anyway.) Along these same lines, I haven't eaten much, because I am worried about what might happen after I digest whatever food I take in. I have been making sure to drink several liters of water and take a multivitamin, so I should be fine.
This is a longer entry than most, which just redoubles my suspicions that my medication is making me unusually emotional and sensitive. The first time I cried was when I realised I was no longer a virgin, which is baffling to me. The other lads at school are so desperate to lose their virginity, I suppose I should be glad to have found one more way in which I am superior to them.
Sherlock Holmes
*****
28 July 1992
Dear Journal,
I am nearly all healed now, in all ways of being. Fortunately, I was allowed to just give Mr Headington a blowjob today, so my rectal tearing is given more of a chance to heal. He was more subdued than normal, and did finally mention making a tape again. I am to work on my composition this week, and we shall see next week how much progress I have made.
I am no longer taking any medication for my injuries, but I still find myself feeling unnaturally emotional. More than anything, I find myself feeling lonely, which is a completely new concept to me. I've never really had 'friends', just a fat, stupid brother, and even he seems to have forsaken me (thankfully).
I've all but stopped showing up at school. The headmaster has threatened to send a letter home to Mummy and Father, but I'd like to see him try to find them. I believe them to be somewhere around Brussels, but I'm not entirely certain. I told him I will continue studying at home, and show up for exams. I'm not sure if he was impressed with my proposal or not. It's unfortunate he doesn't have the same tendencies as Mr Headington. Perhaps he could be persuaded.
Re: Dear John (part 4/?)
23 July 1992
Dear Journal,
Well I've calmed down a bit since Tuesday night. A gross overreaction on my part.
As I stated in an earlier entry, it was my duty to learn to accept two fingers by this past Tuesday. I failed to do so, thus failing to fulfill my end of the agreement I came to with Mr Headington. Understandably, he was angry with me, which lead to the level of brutality he treated me with. The idea behind my exercise was so I would be able to easily accomodate Mr Headington's penis for anal sex. I was not stretched nearly enough, and that is why it hurt so terribly when he penetrated me. This is the cause for my lapse in self control, as seen in my entry from two days ago.
I am also suffering from a head injury at the moment, and I believe the medication I've been put on is making me more emotional than normal. That is to say: I am feeling emotional. In the spirit of being completely honest in these memoirs, I will admit that on four seperate occasions, I have found myself on the verge of tears, which is utterly ridiculous.
Said injury came about because when I tried to shove Mr Headington away from me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head onto the floor. I was concussed and much more compliant after that. We told Mycroft that the injury resulted from one of the globes on the bookshelves falling on my head. I don't know if he believed me, but he hasn't said much about it, so I don't suppose it he's all that bothered one way or the other. Mummy and Father are away again, so I haven't bothered to go to school. No one has said anything about it. (And why would they -- I have been solely responsible for raising their test averages for many years now.)
I've spent most of the last two days in bed, as moving is extremely painful. There was quite a bit of tearing during my episode with Mr Headington, though the bleeding was almost a relief because it was a form of lubrication. (I wonder if I am being indelicate in stating this, but these words aren't meant to be read by anyone else anyway.) Along these same lines, I haven't eaten much, because I am worried about what might happen after I digest whatever food I take in. I have been making sure to drink several liters of water and take a multivitamin, so I should be fine.
This is a longer entry than most, which just redoubles my suspicions that my medication is making me unusually emotional and sensitive. The first time I cried was when I realised I was no longer a virgin, which is baffling to me. The other lads at school are so desperate to lose their virginity, I suppose I should be glad to have found one more way in which I am superior to them.
Sherlock Holmes
*****
28 July 1992
Dear Journal,
I am nearly all healed now, in all ways of being. Fortunately, I was allowed to just give Mr Headington a blowjob today, so my rectal tearing is given more of a chance to heal. He was more subdued than normal, and did finally mention making a tape again. I am to work on my composition this week, and we shall see next week how much progress I have made.
I am no longer taking any medication for my injuries, but I still find myself feeling unnaturally emotional. More than anything, I find myself feeling lonely, which is a completely new concept to me. I've never really had 'friends', just a fat, stupid brother, and even he seems to have forsaken me (thankfully).
I've all but stopped showing up at school. The headmaster has threatened to send a letter home to Mummy and Father, but I'd like to see him try to find them. I believe them to be somewhere around Brussels, but I'm not entirely certain. I told him I will continue studying at home, and show up for exams. I'm not sure if he was impressed with my proposal or not. It's unfortunate he doesn't have the same tendencies as Mr Headington. Perhaps he could be persuaded.
Sherlock Holmes
TBC