Alternate Ending To Jane Eyre

I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen the sky, in all its blue and expansive glory. All I knew were the red-brown bricks of the ceiling that swooped mere inches above my head and the cold wooden planks beneath my bare feet. Sometimes I still ask myself how I got here, how I became a shell of a woman locked behind closed doors. But I don’t know the answer.
“Bertha?” A voice, muffled by the thick oak door, interrupted my thinking. It was a bit depressing that the highlight of my day was a confrontation with my “caretaker,” Grace Poole- and she was more of a jailer than a friend. I managed to calm my twitching limbs enough to step closer to the door, saying what I thought was “Grace!” but really just letting out a high pitched squawk. …show more content…
Quite an odd goose, if you ask me, but Mister Rochester seems quite infatuated with her. Miss Fairfax disapproves of their relationship, of course- who didn’t see that one coming- but I find them quite charming, once you ignore Miss Eyre’s awful plain looks! That poor young girl looks like a little sparrow or bird of some sort. I swear, sometimes…” She continued yammering, but I was too focused on the bombshell she had just dropped. Edward- my Edward- was seeing someone? And a young girl, too? Did she even know I existed? My vision started to grow red, and I heard a low whistle, a shrill moan that sent shivers up my spine, in my …show more content…
I would recognize that voice anywhere. But what was he getting at? The girl responded, her voice too quiet for me to hear. This must be the infamous Jane Eyre.
“But you heard an odd laugh? You have heard that laugh before, I should think, or something like it?”
“Yes, sir: there is a woman who sews here, called Grace Poole, she laughs in that way.”
Grace? Grace who cheerfully made my bed every morning and filled my room with lilting chitchat? Why, she would never do such a thing! I had heard her laugh, and it was certainly not odd.
“Just so. Grace Poole- you have guessed it. She is, as you say, singular- very.”
All of a sudden, it dawned on me. Edward was trying to blame the fire on Grace! Jane was new to the twisted and mysterious world of Thornfield, and that crook was using that to his advantage. He must be trying to hide me, too afraid to tell his precious young plaything about the dirty secret he hid behind closed doors. I wish he had burned up in that fire! He deserves to