Justine's Thoughts and Feelings Before the Execution

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Pretend To Be Justine, Write Your Thoughts And Feelings Before The

Execution.

Dear Diary

The seconds that pass seem like hours that never end, as I sit and

wait for my fate to take me a tear drops from my eye stinging my face

as the pain of knowing what is to happen to my innocent self sinks

deep into my thoughts , I now find it increasingly unbearable of this

harsh reality that is taking place in my soon to be ended life.

I would have never thought in a thousand years that a person like me

which wouldn’t even hurt a fly would be accused of such despicable

and unforgivable actions as those which I have been accused of.

William was the life of our home and the source of my joys I would

more happily take my own life than that of my darling William which I

love so very much.

At times like these I cant help but feel sorry for myself in a way, my

life seems to have been cursed with bad luck yet I have always found

a way to deal with each problem and move on facing life as it comes

even when it came to facing death around me, but now I have run out of

answers and run out of optimism I see the end of my life coming and it

is not far away . Never had it crossed my mind that a life which I had

so miserably begun and had now commenced to improve was now about to

end. As I sit here in a cold dark corner of a cell I wish I was

sitting in my fathers lap at the age of ten listening to his stories

and giggling at his jokes, yet these fond memories also bring back

harsh recollections of my mother; Madam Morris, I was the third out of

4 children and also my fathers favourite, due to this my mother found

reason to cultivate hate and jealousy towards me, her own daughter,

she seemed to feel there was a strange perversity within my fathers

favouritism yet she was completely wrong.

My father soon died and I was left to live with my mother and

siblings, yet mother treated me extremely ill and I was unhappy and

hurt, at the age of twelve I clearly recall begging my mother to allow

me to live with the Frankenstein family , there I was a servant but

with a difference, The lady of the house, Mr Frankenstein sister took

a liking to me and provided me with an education that no other

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