Sir Danvers Carew, as weak as a screw!

  Breath as awful as a junk yard.
  Weak as a moth.
  Has no spine.
  Shy as a bird.
  Smelled like a donkey.
  Dumb as door nail.
Now do you see why I killed him?
I could go on for hours with insults. But the mans dead, thank god, because of me. So it's no use to watse my limited amount of words on him. 

  Why did Utterson do what he did? I might have to kill myself.

Mr. Lanyon's Appearance

  
  God, where was the dumb fellow? He was supposed to be here according to the time on my watch. Does this goddarn watch even work? Ugh, I must be early and I utterly hate being wrong. Utterly hate it.

  Oh my god. If he does show up in the next minute, when the man does come, I will throw him to the ground and butcher him up into a million pieces. I will cook him in a fire and watch him slowly burn to ashes. And I'll just forget about chopping off the heart up, so that he can watch this wonderful sight happening.

  Finally, its almost 1 am according to my broken watch, when the man trudges up to the sight of the meeting.

  "Do you have it? , Do you have it?" I asked.
  He told me to come where he was, as if he was the boss. He can believe what he wants to, but this lighter was trembling in my pocket, almost as if it were begging to be used. Like the thing could speak!

  After that, he kept talking and talking, stupidily of course. Sometimes I wonder if life would be better if everyone but me was dead. He gave me what I needed and it was mine, all mine! Dr. Jekyll, good luck getting this! Whenever i spoke to the idiotic dumb fellow, he would look at me as if i was speaking in another language. After this he left god, and I watched the fellow leave from the perfect angle. 2 minutes passed, and he was still walking as if he was forgetting something. Finally, the goddarn donkey was gone. My brain could be at rest and I could actually think with a decent amount of grammar. I hope he gets hit by a carriage on the way to his home, so no one will ever have to see his stupid face again. Ugly, ugly man. Thank god he was gone.

To Mr. Utterson

  Utterson, this letter has to go to you. If the person who is reading these words as I am writing them is not the lawyer, stop reading. This is not your business. Its not Mr. Utterson's business either but the man needs to know what I'm about to say. It has come to my uttermost concern that you have been have been gaining on me, Utterson. I don't feel bad about running over that little girl, she was a child. I wish she would've died. Stop following me, for whatever I do in my time should not be of your concern. People already aren't as welcoming as I thought they would be in this town. And last but not least, Dr, Jekyll was my dearest of all friends. He was a good listener. Maybe too much of a good listener, but I am very sad he's gone. Sometimes I can still sense he's here. Hopefully this is all the information you need to stop paying me your attention. Your a sick man, Mr. Utterson, and if anyone but you sees this, I will kill you. I just know sometimes what happens around this place you sick, dirty, nasty people call home. Good day, Mr. Utterson. Good day.

                    

                                                                                                            Mr. Hyde