When Victor came upon my ship and was telling his story, he had been my only friend. The friend I had been wanting all my life. And when he became ill I was very upset but there was not much I could do about it. I tried to make him as comfortable as possible and he had asked me to do one thing for him. And that was to kill the monster before he did anymore harm. He had become so close with me and opened up to me. That is all that I had ever wanted. I guess I felt that it was my duty to fulfill his one last dying wish. At first I had been skeptical and didn't know how to go about doing this. But then the monster came to me. I went into where Victor's dead body had been lying, and there he was, standing over him. I could not believe my eyes. He was actually sad when Victor had died. He had been playing this game with him for so long, that is what he was trying to do. They were going to continue the chase before someone had died. And now that it really happened he couldn't believe. He felt horror and grief. He wanted to leave the vessel but I entered the room. He was about to go out the window, but I wanted him to stay. I wanted to ask him why he felt that way. I couldn't believe that after everything he had done to Victor and his family, willingly, that he still felt bad. He had no right to be angry when Victor died because he was the main reason that he had died. The monster told me that if Victor wasn't here, his creator, then he shouldn't be either. Basically that he was going to lie in his own grave and let mother nature take over. The last thing I saw of him was him climbing out the window onto a big chunk of ice and floating away, into the dark sky. I don't really know exactly what happened to him, but I think that he probably just let himself fade away and die. 

As I was with my father on our journey home, I couldn't hold it in any longer, I had to admit that the deaths of all those people were because of me. Because of what I had created. I told my father my feelings, but I didn't mention the monster. I couldn't bring myself to it. It would cause too much pain for my father to know that I had actually been the cause for everyone's death. He thinks I'm just saying this because I'm sad and not in the right mind. He doesn't actually believe me, but deep down I know its true. I feel that Elizabeth thinks I don't have the same feelings for her anymore because of the way I have been acting. I have been distant, trying not to bring people into my own mess. And she knows something is wrong but she doesn't know what is causing it, so she thinks that I want to be with someone else. And that is clearly not the case, so I must reassure her that I do wish to marry her in the near future. After everything that happened after our wedding, and my father falling ill and passing from all the pain in his heart. At that moment I decided that I was going to put an end to this once and for all. All my family had been murdered so it doesn't matter what happens to me anymore. If I die on this trip, at least I tried. And no one would care anyways because they're all dead. 

After the monster had asked me to create a monster, it took me a long while to return to Chamounix. I had to tell my father that everything would be okay. That I would return and marry Elizabeth like my parents had always planned. While I was away it was very frightening  wondering if the monster had harmed any of my family or if he would follow me and harm my friends. Once I finally get a break from Clerval, I can start the tedious task of creating a female companion. But as I am doing this certain things start running through my head. Like what if this female thinks the monster is ugly, what if she ends up not liking him either. Then he will take his anger and rage out on the human race once again. Going against his word, can I really trust him? Or maybe they end up having children, and there is a new race of monsters out there. Can I take his word that I would never see them again and they wouldn't harm anyone else? What if they both come up with some evil plan, they are indestructible  they could get away with anything. And he obviously knows how to make it look like someone else did his work. As the months pass by and I continue to create this so called companion, I finally realize that I just can't do it. I can't put these people that I know and love at risk. Out of rage and maybe fear too, I destroy my work in progress  I know the monster has followed me and has probably been watching me as well. It wont be long until he knows what I have done, and until he goes after me or my family.

Who would have known that such a monster could have so many feelings. I never thought he could feel the things he did. He did have some help in learning about how to live and how to act, the family that he watched. Although I think it may not be the best thing to spy on someone, it was a little smart of him to pick things up and learn in that way. I feel that if I were to create another monster for the one living and breathing in front of me that it would only cause more damage and possibly more deaths. If he can't control himself as it is, imagine what two of them could do. The monster is very smart and has figured out how to persuade me, but in the end I do change my mind. I cannot create another one of these things. Not after how much grief and pain only one has caused me. I do feel a little sympathy for him though, he has no one to relate to, he is an outsider in this world and everyone is afraid of him. His ability to survive on his own eating very little things is quite interesting though. He can survive on things that none of us could. He mentioned things from the book Paradise Lost, about not having a companion or someone to share his life with, he said he wasn't able to be with his God or creator, being me. I have heard from him, and he does sound sincere, that he can be nice at times. He does have a heart, he said he helped that little family out and stopped eating their little supply of food, but he can also be so mean. Like killing my own family and blaming an innocent girl for it. At first I am against his offer, there is no way I can create another one of him. And I refuse, I am so angry with him that I threaten him. If he didn't leave me alone I was really going to hurt him, or at least try. Then I continue listening to his story and the way he says things I know he really means it, that he is missing someone to feel what he feels. Someone he can relate to. This is a big decision, he gives me his word that if I were to do this he would leave every human being alone and run off with his other monster and live somewhere far away, but is his word enough? How do I know that they won't work together and come after everyone? 

The day my creature came to life, was very horrifying. He haunted me in my house, and since that day I have not been able to function correctly. I am so  very thankful for Clerval, in aiding me back to my health. Once I read the letter from sweet Elizabeth, I could not bear to even look at myself. I knew the monster had done this, there was no one else who could commit such a crime, I knew it was him. And for that I blame myself for William's murder. I was the one who created this monster, I should be held accountable, not Justine. She doesn't deserve any of this. But if I tell anyone, they wont believe me. And I will have too many other things at risk. The third thing that makes me thrice accused is myself. It is my fault for everything that is happening and my fault that this creature even exists. If I plan on making him stop, the only way is to get rid of him for good, I need to follow him and track him and make my move to kill him. Then this can all be over with. 

I have always been involved in schools and education, I love being outdoors, and everything I do revolves around science and my studies. Ever since I was a boy I loved being outside, enjoying the scenery and the weather. I left home and went to Ingolstadt for my studies in college. Once I arrived there and started my experiments my love for the outdoors vanished. I became so involved in my work that the outside world had no appeal to me. I liked things to go my way, but when they didn’t it was not the end of the world. For instance when I showed my father my writings on the scientists and he laughed in my face and called me a fool for believing in their theories. My college professors also did this but I just kept my chin up high and ignored their hurtful words. I have been raised by a wealthy and generous family who love me unconditionally. I am closest with my dear Elizabeth. I had been an only child until my mother brought Elizabeth into our lives. My mother had very good intentions for Elizabeth and I when we were older, until she passed. I know she would have loved to see us wed. My mother had said Elizabeth was a present for my father, so I too thought she was a present. And from that day I looked over her, and was very protective of her. We had a special bond that no one could relate to. As I grew, my love for alchemy grew fonder and fonder. I had become more dedicated to my work and certainly more involved. I wished to take inanimate things and bring them to life, and in the end I succeeded. This has given me a passage to life, being able to bring something back from the dead. I am able to control such an important thing, this gives me power.  But it turns out my work wasn't as magnificent as i had thought, as it has caused me much unwanted pain. After seeing the face of this monster, in my own home, I could bare it no longer and my body took ill. It took almost two years to recover, and when I am finally able to move on with my life the monster appears again bringing everything back, making me remember all over again.

 

I have been chasing this creation of mine for the last several months. Tracking this being down has not been easy. I seem to get close, he's right under my nose, then in a flash he's gone. I came upon this ship, hoping to find warmth, food, and shelter. My journey has not been easy, maybe these people can help me. The captain of this ship is very nice,his name is Robert Walton, he is like the friend that I have  been searching for. Someone I can share my stories with, and I think that is what he has been looking for as well. Everyone on the ship wants to know my story, but the only person that I feel comfortable talking to is the captain. He seems to understand what I am telling him. Although I believe everyone would be thrilled to hear my story, I don't feel that it is the right time to tell them. Robert listens to me like he actually cares, and he tells me his story as well. We have actually become very good friends.  The crew saw that monster of mine on a sled with many dogs, they watched until he disappeared and that was the last they saw of him. Maybe with their resources and strong willed crew members I could use them on my journey to taking down this creature. Maybe because I did share my story with the captain, that he and his crew would be willing to help me track down my horrible creation.