The Consequences (Chapter 7)

A few days ago I received a letter from my father informing me that my youngest brother, William, had been murdered. Of the many people of our family, the littlest, who had barely began to know life, had his life taken away from him. I did not want to leave my family alone in this time, I myself, did not want to be alone. I thought that I could try to console them and that by going to visit them it would bring me some sort of peace I have been trying to find. On my way to my home, I could no longer stand it. I needed to let go of everything and just let my anguish come crushing over my soul. There was just an extent on how long I could fight back, but I knew I could no longer fight back. But after releasing those emotions, I was able to move on. But fate still persisted that I remember what I still needed to finish first. I went for a walk alone letting my words come and go as they pleased, as they tortured me. And then I saw the lightening. It brought back all the feelings I had once felt but it also brought new ones. I still felt the same fascination towards it but I also felt anger towards it as well. If I had not seen that first remarkable lightening, I would of never had thought of the beginning of my research. Everything reminded me of my heinous creation. And when the beautiful, illuminating, lightening struck again, I was revolted to perceive the outline of his form across the trees. In that instant, with the cold rain striking me, the cold realization hit me that this monster I formed was the murderer. Was it a cruel trick that fate played upon me to see once more a reflection of myself through the repulsing monster I formed? But I had not just seen him that he vanished once more.

I arrived to my house with my feelings all tangled up, when my second youngest brother, Ernest, came and told me that they believed that the murderer was Justine. And just as my mind was barely comprehending what had happened with my encounter with my creation, I was even more crushed knowing that Justine was being wrongly accused. And while I tried to resolve things, I knew deep down that I had brought this on my family, friends, and myself.

-Victor Frankenstein

Mood: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace