Mr. Utterson

         Hello, people. How are you today? Now, what you are going to read here is classified information. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you read this. But no matter, no matter. It's not up to me. Don't dwell on something you can't change. Okay, so you've met Jekyll- wonderful man. You've met Hyde- terrible guy. But you haven't met me, somewhere in the middle. If you know protons, electrons, and neutrons this is how you would classify us:

1. Dr. Jekyll- Proton
2. Mr. Hyde- Electron times infinity
3. Me- Neutron

But that Hyde! How appalled I was to hear he killed Sir Danvers Carew. I mean, seriously. I am very worried about Dr. Jekyll. Very worried. He hasn't been himself lately and I'm worried that his friendship with Hyde might be affecting him. I also think... I also think that Hyde is planning to kill him. *Dunt dunt dum* Jekyll hasn't been wanting to see me. I need to pay him a visit. He must talk to me. He can't avoid me forever... I must talk to Poole. He has to talk to me. This time, I won't take no for an answer...

Mr. Utterson and Mr. Poole

Mr. Hyde

        Stupid, terrible people! What a horrible day! And it's because you're in it! I can't tell you how much I despise you! Grrrr...*Now, this is more like it Mrs. Spaulding...* Shut up! Now, what did that Dr. Jekyll tell you? Did he tell you I ran over a girl? Ahh, what fun that was, watching everyone get mad. That was enjoyable. Forget the money I had to pay; it was worth it.
        That menace Utterson is getting on my nerves. If he doesn't leave me alone... it's not gonna be good for him! I knew how he felt. And if you ever meet me, I bet you would've felt the exact same thing. I love being hated! I love being mean. There's on thing you should know about me, though... I am a murder. Hoo, hoo, hoo, yes, yes. I am a murderer. I killed Sir Danvers Carew. God, he was annoying. And then I had much more fun. Yes, I did. I knocked him hard on the head. As I broke his bones he slowly died. I kept banging until my cane broke! One half rolled into the gutter. It was a tough wood, givin to me by Jekyll. I stared at it with disbelief and anger. Then I looked at Carew's body. I wacked once more and walked away. Little did I know that a maid had been watching me while I broke Carew's bones.
       

Dr. Jekyll

       Hello, wonderful people. What a beautiful day! And it's all because you're in it. I'm so glad you're reading my blog. Ha, ha, ha, ha. *Mrs. Spaulding, I can't keep this up. It's too positive.* You'll have to excuse my friend there. Fatima's not the most positive of chaps. But certainly not as bad as Mr. Hyde.
        Ahh, yes. Mr. Hyde. My old friend, but not as old as Mr. Utterson. Ahh, yes. Mr. Utterson. I'm very worried that he won't be my friend much longer. He's one of my oldest friends, and it would hurt to lose him. But, unfortunately, that may be the only option.... I mean, it's not like I meant for Hyde to get out of had like that. I didn't mean for him to murder someone or trample a little girl. I just wanted to do the things no one can do because they know they'll get in trouble. See, I wanted a way to do all those things, without actually getting my real self in trouble. But it didn't work out. Hyde was just too unstable. Way too unstable. So unstable in fact, that he murdered someone. It may not have hurt me physically, but it had hurt me mentally. I'm not sure what to do anymore. I need help.