I'm Almost Home

I was proved to be innocent! You can imagine the shock that I felt. 

Somehow, being proven innocent made me feel all the much worse. I should have been declared guilty. I should have gotten the death sentence. By all accounts I truly am the cause of William's, Justine's, and Henry's deaths. I expressed this many times to my father, telling him that it should have been me and not them. Naturally, he thought I had lost my mind. If only he knew. 

He insisted we travel a bit more since he knew it made me happy and got my mind off of things. I agreed, but not even that could make me feel happy anymore. All that I thought about was Henry and the moments I spent with him traveling. It made me miss him all the much more. 

I got a letter from Elizabeth asking if I actually loved her and wanted to marry her. I hate that she thought I didn't! She is the love of my life and the one whom I want to live with and be with for the rest of my life! I wrote her back telling her this, but also telling her that I have a terrible secret which I would tell her the day after we married. I wondered what she thought of this and if it would make her reconsider marrying me. I really hoped not. 

On the day of our marriage, she looked sad and anxious. I knew she wanted to marry me but was nervous of what would come after. Despite this, we married and had a large party afterwards. It was such a nice day, and one that filled me with joy.  

That was the last day I experienced any kind of happiness. Since that day, I have only experienced suffering, mourning, rage, and pain. 

The day after we married, the monster did something that I never would have expected, even from him! He took my dear, lovely, Elizabeth away from me. While we were on our honeymoon, I knew he would be looking for me to kill me. I was looking in every crevice of the house we were staying to look for him. I never would have expected him to kill Elizabeth! My dear, sweet Elizabeth did harm to nobody and was the purest of souls. He had broken through the window while I was searching for him and strangled her. 

When word got back to Geneva, my father had a stroke and died. I grieved their deaths, but rage overtook all of my sensations. I realized then what I had to do; I had to take away the life that I had bestowed to that monster. 

Ever since then I have been hunting him in every part of the world. My body has endured every horrible sensation possible: dehydration, starvation, freezing, heat of extreme measure, and much more. I am now at the top of the globe in the coldest places of them all. I was moved by dogs attached to a sledge until they all died, and I was taken into a ship. I have told my story to the captain and that if he ever sees the monster to kill him. My body is giving out now. The abuse it has taken is catching up with it, and I am getting weaker by the day. 

I do not know If I'll live to update again. I think this is the end of the road for me. 

Here is a picture of the creature that I created. I am sure that whoever has been reading these entries has been curious about what it looks like. (Just as I said it is hideous!)