17 September
I shall keep trying to write down everything as I remember it, although my hands grow weaker and writing becomes almost impossible to bear. I have been having troubles sleeping recently. The bats keep coming at night. It's as though they are trying to tell me something. I can sense that everyone is worried for me. Especially my dearest Arthur and my poor, sick mother! Dr. Seward it seems has been spending more and more time in my room. It is quite curious behavior that he should be here for me now. But, enough about that! I cannot seem to shake this cold feeling and the pain in my neck and chest as I struggle just to breathe! God, help me! The strange flowers from that strange man make me feel a little better, though.
19 September
I must write about what happened last night, or what I can recall at least. First, I remember sensing people in my room again. Then, something wet on my lips before falling into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I realized in full what had happened to my mother. She is dead! Oh, God! How can I go on without her? I wish Mina would write me. I feel I shall never be the same...
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