The night I created the monster. It all happened so fast. I didn't think it would really work but I had to try anyway. The all of sudden as I was standing there he started twitching and moving his limb, that's when I knew I had done something terrible or great. I didn't know what it was going to do, I had no background about what I had created. All I knew was that it was alive and it was because I had done something miraculous. I was scared, no one knew what I have been doing in here and I didn't even know what I was creating. When he got up and came alive I was out, Gone so fast and hid. I didn't want anything to do with this monster. It just left the apartment and I was oddly okay with that now I didn't have to worry about what it was going to do... Or so I thought. Then one night I got a letter from my father stating that my brother had murdered, I was full of anger and sadness. I had to go and see my family as soon as I could, I got on a train and went. when I arrived the gates were closed and I had to spend the night outside the gates. The next morning I went in and saw the body of my brother and noticed he had very unusual marking on him. After awhile of thinking of what could have happened to him I thought of the monster I created and wondered if that could be what had happened. After thinking about it long enough I knew I just knew it was the monster, I had named that thing Frankenstein. Oh how I was so disgusted with myself for letting this happen it was my fault. I was the rightful murder. When they came up with Justine as the murderer I had to help her, I couldn't let her take the blame for something I created. But I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone, I let her take the blame for it, they executed her. That is when I knew if i ever saw him I would put a stop to this and end him. But I didn't exactly go after him just yet.
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