Frankenstein Chapter 1 Dialectical Journal

C1 Though I may have been trapped here for some time, I have managed to stay sane through drawings. I drew how I felt when I felt it. Now however, I am growing restless, and am tempted to peer into the outer world, even though I know it will bring dread and resentment upon my mind. Yet I still have a sliver of hope in my heart and so I decided to view- the mounted screen. I turned it on and waited for the bulbs to warm themselves. Finally an image began to fade into place. I was astonished at what I saw. Stuck there in the middle of the screen was a blueberry bush. With plump fruit hanging on the branches, and not having tasted fresh food in ages, my mouth began to salivate. However, what amazed me more was what happened afterwards. A small rodent type creature ran up to the bush and grasped a berry, and almost as quickly as it grabbed it,
I was in the process of walking to the heavy vault door, when I remembered the one thing I hid from myself for the reason that the pain was too much to bear. Yet at the same time, I could never rid myself of the treasure. I ran upstairs and I grasped the cold gold of the pocket watch, and lifted the cover. Hidden in the top, an image was revealed as light illuminated the paper. My son, head was revealed first. His short cropped hair, dark brown, yet it seemed to glow. Next was my wife. Her angelic face still looked incredible even on the weathered paper. Her long hair kept in that ponytail she wore so often. Staring at the image, a single tear, as lonely as I am now, rolled down my cheek and past my lip. It then fell through the air and landed on the paper, leaving a drop sized mark on the image.
“If only I had moved faster, then maybe Anaira and Tybalt would still be at my side and not just in my heart.” I told myself, with a painful knot in my