AN: Hi, this is my first fanfiction! Really excited to hear what you guys think. This is my English Assessment and my teacher allowed me to post it on here! So that's all from me, read on and enjoy!

Dear Diary,

What have I done? Oh, what have I done? The purest, most beautiful vessel of god in the world and I killed her. He has destroyed my life and taken the innocent away from me. My "magnificent" creation has killed her. The only women I have ever loved, my dearest Elizabeth.

I was with her on the night but allowed her to be without me as she swept up to her bedchamber. If I had only gone with her then she may have still been here or I may have been allowed to retire with her to a place above the clouds. However, I didn't go with her and was stalking the corridors for my beautiful abomination that night as I heard her shrill scream pierce the air and every fibre of my being. I was rooted to the spot, I couldn't get there in time, I couldn't move. Blood was rushing to my ears, the grinding of my bones, the ticking of my brain as I stopped. Another scream and finally I was out of my trancelike state. Running for my life, I bursted through the doors... Falling senseless to the ground, every image of Elizabeth was flashing through my head but nothing was right, they were all tainted by my loves dead body strewn across the bead. My body was working on automatic as I escaped from the room; I looked up to find the very fiend that stole my reason for living. A remorseless grin adorned his face and his once beautiful finger pointed jeeringly at the lifeless corpse of my former wife. I stared at his hands, the very hands that could diminish the beauty of life. I sprinted to the window whilst pulling out my pistol and shot at the maleficent creature I so stupidly created. I missed. He swiftly ran to the lake and took a plunge. I missed my chance. People walked in, hearing the shot. I haven't avenged her. Search parties were sent out to find it. I have failed. I walked out to find my monster completely alone realising even now when I am completely alone the memory of her thrown body, her once rosy cheeks now white makes me quiver with horror.

I made a murderer and became master of the borders of life and death. I am become Death, Destroyer of worlds. Finally, my goal has been achieved but it no longer holds the appeal it used to as why would I wish for fame and glory with no one to share it with. Goals, money and family are all I desire but without the latter the former seem inconsequential and shallow. God, my mistakes are large and my guilt is titanic. If I had only done what he asked, all he wanted was love and I denied him it. I should have died, if I had been in her place, I would have died. I would have parted this land in sweet sorrow and only looked for it when the dawn rose. My monster, my wife, my servant, my brother and my mother; why do all of these things happen to those I love. I destroy all I touch. I shouldn't be allowed to live; I should turn myself in for all the disasters I have caused. I should welcome oblivion. But I can't.

I must avenge her; I can't let her death be in vain. I must find the abomination that I created and put steel in his heart. I must confess that through all the hate I feel for this monster I still admire it as my one and only offspring that sprung from my mind not loins. I will follow this monster to the snowy heights or the exotic equator and battle it on land and sea. So is my charge and true meaning in life, to destroy all which I created. I shall do this, Diary, I shall.

Victor