The Diary of Alphonse Frankenstein,
How come all these calamities befall me, how come my family no longer knows what happiness is? What have I done oh Lord, to deserve all these maltreatments? It has come to my attention that Victor has been imprisoned for a while now.It came as a shocker to me when they had accused him of Henry's murder. How Victor had ventured to Ireland is above me, but how it could have been possible that Victor, in cold blood had murdered Henry while there is inconceivable to me.
Victor loved Henry with as much brotherly love as he would show to his own brother who has past. I was told by the magistrate that as soon as his eyes were laid on the lifeless form that he had come to see, that Victor's held in emotions exploded outer wards in the form of psychotic rants and strong convulsions. Barely clinging on to life for a long while, I was finally allowed to see my son. As I walked into the barley hospitable place that they called a prison I vowed beneath my breath to see his released from this dark mistress.
A few days passed and the lifeless form I now called my son was liberated from that hell hole of a prison. And in another couple of days we were off on the boat that would soon take us back to our home of Geneva; which was on the mind of Victor non-stop until we got nearer and I saw the happiness, almost relief in his face and features. That was when he again released his sorrows in a torrent of tears.
We hadn't even gotten home yet before the nightmares started again, but it was no longer affecting me, but rather Victor. They came so frequent that I my self could no longer get any sleep worrying about his well being.
Sleepless and in despair, Alphonse Frankenstein
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