The Palace Bar-Original Writing

Register to read the introduction… I'll end up starving, becoming really weak and ill otherwise, so I'm taking a trip to The Palace Bar. I don't know what it's like in there; I've never been in before. I didn't have any interest in that place, but now It's different now. It's my only hope, my last hope before I give up, give up for good.

5th March 1911

First a bad idea going to The Palace Bar, but it turned out for the best. Gerald Oh he's wonderful, just perfect! The name makes me get lots of butterflies! It was a bad idea first because this horrible, fat man that smelt of alcohol and sweat came up t me. He wedged me into a corner. I was very scared; I had no idea what he was going to try to do to me. I was panicking, really flustered, scanning the room for some help when my eyes fixed upon this man. He was about 5ft 9', slim face, good looking, well dressed, looked my age with a huge smile on his face as I glanced into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him to take care of me.

He told his old, horrible, fat man that had me pinned into a corner that someone was on the phone asking for him. This man, the thing told me to stay right where I was. He would be back soon. He gave me …show more content…
Daisy Renton - Trying to get on with her life.
No money, no family, no one to love me, no one for me to love, no job, no house, no happiness. I could go on, I don't think I have anything to look forward to. I've decided to book a holiday at the seaside for two weeks, not that I've got the money. I'll find it from somewhere.
See how the holiday goes. Forget everything, well I could try. No harm in trying is there?

6th November 1911

I have no money, nothing. I feel terrible. Words can't express how I feel. Words are nothing compared to my feelings at the moment. Any day now, I'm right on the edge and I'm going to jump, taking my own life with me. One other hope I've got left is The Palace Bar again. I'm not sure I really want to go they're again, but I honestly don't have any more suggestions to earning money. And personally I don't have the energy to think. I need a good night's sleep where I'm not waking up every 10 minutes, scared, cold and hungry.

7th November 1911

There was a nice young man at The Palace Bar last night. I'm not going to get my hopes up. I have no idea what he saw in me! The other girls were showing of every little bit of flesh they could,