Frankenstein (Condensed for easy studying)

Ch. 8

The resting period that followed all of these events drove me stir crazy. Justine died, and so was at rest, but I remained alive to feel the grief and guilt. And so, I began to again deteriorate again. My father noticed this, and said to me "I loved that child so much, but it is a survivors duty to stay pleasant, and to live life."

This advice was good, but no good to me. I felt so much grief and guilt. At this time, we moved from our walled in home in Geneva to Belrive. This was a nice change, and I appreciated the freedom that I felt. On long nights on the lake, I was often tempted to commit suicide, to let the water swallow me up, and take with it my guilt. But thoughts of my Elizabeth, of father, and of my other brothers kept me from doing it. For how could I leave them in a world with the fiend I had created? I so wished to kill him. To end what I myself had begun. To avenge that deaths of William and Justine.

Our entire home mourned. Elizabeth was despondent, for she believed the human experience to be much different one, now that Justine had died. I felt such a burning to tell her that I was indirectly the murderer. To let her rage on me rather then herself. 

My father wished to cheer us up. So we went on a trip to the valley of Chamounix. The weather was uncommonly good. We traveled by carriage and by mules. I tried to cheer up Elizabeth, and to perhaps forget myself. We went to bed early to rest.