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A journal for my character sketches, lists of ideas, and other inspirations.
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Entry #250930, added on 07-24-03 @ 11:25 pm EDT
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Julia DeGrayEntry #250930
I used to have the novel-in-progress of Julia's tale in my port. But, over time, I kinda lost interest in her. I think the main reason for that was... she had no depth. Her character had no real personality. So now I'm going to try to give her a makeover. Here goes:

Julia was desperately trying to be a normal Victorian-era teenager. She hid her madness behind a veil of gaiety. Attending dances and socials, going to school, learning how to be a gracious young woman, her life when viewed from the outside, seemed to be wonderful. So determined in her efforts to remain normal, she didn't realize her fascade was cracking.

Her mother noticed it first. She'd been looking for signs of insanity ever since her daughter entered puberty. It seemed that madness ran in the family. When Julia seemed to be perfectly average, her mother let down her guard a bit. A couple of years slipped past and then one day Mrs. De Gray discovered she had grounds for her suspicions.

It was in late spring and everyone had decided to spend the evening out on the lawn. Mr. and Mrs. De Gray were sitting at the wicker table near the flower garden enjoying a cup of coffee together. Hannah, Julia's older sister, was reclining on the wicker chaise, going over a catalog of the latest fashions from Paris. Julia was further down in the garden, sitting on a bench under a huge weeping willow. She was sketching. It all seemed the perfect idyllic scene with a gentle warm breeze and the sun setting on the horizon.

Julia was indeed sketching under the willow tree. But what she was producing on the paper was anything but idyllic or pastoral. A scene of torment and agony was coming to life under her deft hand. Demons, ghouls, and decaying corpses were torturing a centered figure of a young woman. It was a truly frightening picture but an apt description about how Julia felt.

Ever since she was thirteen, she had been plagued by visions and voices. It had started almost innocently when she'd first seen ghosts of dead pets. When she tried to stroke her former dog Tizzy and her hand went right through the animal, she knew something was amiss. And then she started to hear the cries of a baby in the dark of the night. But there would never be a baby in the old nursery when she tried to track down the source of the sounds. That truly spooked her. She never told anyone about what she had witnessed. No one would believe her anyway.

Her parents seemed to scoff at anything remotely supernatural. Julia was secretly fascinated by it. She was VERY careful not to tell her parents. They would think her mad.

She hid a lot of things from her parents, actually. It was her way of rebelling in what small ways she could. The strict social pressures had been pressed on her ever since she could remember. It was suffocating her.

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