From what I have observed in my three years on this Earth, I have come to the conclusion that all mankind is in a constant struggle for happiness. I had followed my creator through this country and he never appeared to be satisfied. I connected with him in that I was always searching also. I needed to find out who I was; where I should be going. I spent my life alone, not knowing why. Everyone else has acquaintances and I got my only joy from watching others interact.

My creator has taken lodge at a vacant hut on this island. It looked as if it had not been occupied in almost thirty years. The outside was weathered and falling apart. As to the inside I cannot give an account. In order to see it I would have had to make my presence known to Frankenstein, and I couldn't do that.

While Frankenstein worked at creating my partner, I would often walk along the rocky beaches of the countryside. Once again I journeyed to the beach. I found the scene of the jagged rocks to constantly be a catalyst to a long thought process of me, life, and a lot more. Those rocks were surrounded by tons of other rocks, plants, sand and more. The waves were constantly washing up on the rocks; engulfing them, then receding back just to engulf them again. The rocks never moved. They just let the water rub them and make them smooth. This process gave a calm aura for my soul to rest its' thoughts upon. It became a guideline to me thinking that humans must relate to those rocks. Life's trials were like the waves that constantly consume those rocks and we, or humans, must have been the rocks. I had heard through the lessons being taught to Safie that what doesn't kill one only makes one stronger. This theory was proven to me throughout the time that I watched the process of the waves smoothing out the rough spots on the rocks.

I made my way back to Frankenstein's hut. I heard glass clanking together, the low buzzing of tools and currents. I knew he was working on the version of a female monster. I wished I had the knowledge Frankenstein had. To create life is a power beyond mankind and I longed to be a master of this inconceivable art form. Frankenstein's labors had become noticeably advanced since he had created me. I knew this would be the case, and I knew that another would be easy for him to create.

I must admit; the reasons for me wanting another monster were selfish ones indeed. Through watching the family in the cottage I heard so many stories of people like unto myself who were on a journey to discover who they really were and what purpose they were to fulfill in this life. But there was one difference between these stories and I. In the stories they always had someone to help them on this journey. In my life story I was alone and I longed for a partner to help me discover my role in the world and I would help her as well.

I could read the emotion on Frankenstein's face like one can know the smell of a rose. He was troubled, distraught, even discouraged. I knew my request for another fiend like unto myself had caused him these feelings, but I did not feel remorse for it. Adam's creator gave him Eve and even though I was a monster and inhuman in human's eyes, I deserved my own Eve. Victor Frankenstein, my creator, owed this to me.