What led to the murder (Chapter 16)

As I was trying to find Frankenstein, I usually slept by day, and traveled at night. When I found a highly wooded area, I decided to go during the day, because I could see better, and stop running into tree limbs and tripping over tree stumps. One day I saw a girl running playfully from someone else near a stream. Suddenly, she slipped and fell into the stream, and I dove out of my hiding spot to save her. I succeeded, but not before the one she had been running from showed up. He took one look at me , and ripped the girl from me. I followed for who-knows-what reason, and he shot a gun that he was carrying at me. I got hit in the shoulder, putting me in a hellish rage. I waited for the wound to heal, all the while seething with rage. Finally I arrived in Geneva, where I figured Victor would be. I saw a small child, and thought to myself that he is young and unprejudiced, so if I seized him and educated him, I would not be so lonely. All that changed when he told me who his father was, a family member of Victor, my creator! Overcome with rage, I strangled the boy, and found devilish pleasure in the murder. I found a lovely portrait of a beautiful woman on him, and retreated to a barn, where I found a girl, not as lovely as the portrait, but still beautiful. I became mad, that she represented all the things that I would never have in life, so I stored the portrait in her dress and made off.