Alternate Ending To Frankenstein

As I sat in the my prison-chamber, tears were running down my face. Feeling the insistent pounding in my skull , I rested my head on my knees to take away the pain.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the cell. I quickly jumped up expecting the fearful guards to approach the thick bars again. Instead only one man came holding the Holy Bible in his hands. His suit was well pressed and his scarce hair perfectly combed. Recognition flashed in my mind once I saw his face in the dim light of the dungeon. It was Pastor Taylor from the Protestant Church.
“Hello, my dear. I've seen you have gotten yourself in quite a mess.” His smooth voice frightened me to no end. I had always been afraid of him even as a child. When my mother and I used
to attend church, there were many rumors about his influences in society. His authority wasn’t always good. Once it was even mentioned he had a man falsely convicted for a crime he did not commit.The man was never heard from again.
Before my visit to my Aunt Clara’s that dreadful night, I went to church as much as I could.
My mother having been a very religious person before her death, I wanted to follow in her huge footsteps. As a servant in the Frankenstein household, I was permitted time off my duties. Sometimes instead of leaving altogether, I took the youngest member of the family with me.
Oh William! My poor William! I miss him so much. Just thinking about the child I took care of and loved like my own son after Miss.Caroline died still leaves me in denial. It leaves me not only in grief for the boy but a feeling of absolute failure that I wasn’t with
him.
“..... Hello. My dear?…. Justine?” I heard a voice pulling me from my burdened thoughts. I immediately stood up to finally address Pastor Taylor.
“Oh, I am terribly sorry. I did not hear you. I was consumed with my own thoughts.” I apologized to the pastor looking into his intense blue eyes under his round glasses.
“ Yes, you must have much to think about. You must be wondering what to do next. Is that right?” His voice held an undertone of false sincerity and sarcasm.I did not know what to make of it.
“ I suppose so, Pastor Taylor” I responded.
“Well, if you have anything you would like to share….you can tell me.” He told me.
“ All I can ask of you is to pray for me Pastor.
I need a blessing to get me out of this situation.” After I spoke these words his blank face turned into shock and then rage.
“ Yes I will pray for you. But why would I ever pray for a child murderer to escape their fate instead of paying for their sins? I will pray that whatever your fate maybe it will not be drawn out but quick.”
I could not believe the words he was saying. He believed me to be a murderer. I surely was not. I never would harm anyone especially a child.
“I am not a murderer, Pastor. I am a woman of God. I would never hurt anyone let alone William, the boy I thought of as my son.” I told him.
“ I am afraid I don’t believe you, my dear. It would be wise for you to confess your sins to me instead of holding them inside any longer. If you do not, I cannot allow you to be a member of the church. I would hate for you to be denied your entry into heaven and sent into the depths of hell.” He retorted.
I shook my head in denial while his intense stare become even more brutal. He was threatening to not allow me to be a member of the church, but also to not be able to go to heaven if I do not confess for a crime I did not commit. If I confess, I’m sure it will be better than going to
hell.
“Yes, I would like to share that I did kill William Frankenstein. I am so sorry. It was a mistake I will always regret.” I lied.
“ Good choice, my dear.” Pastor Taylor’s tone held a hint of admiration. He then swiftly left with a small smirk upon his face. I knew he was going to tell the judge of my confession to him. Even with the assistance of my dear Elizabeth at the trial, it will still not be enough to save me.
Before I went back to the corner of my cell, I called the guards over to tell Miss.Elizabeth that I would like her company. It would reach her in the morning, both my message and my false confession. I went to sleep on the pile of straw thinking about William and I being together very soon.