The Creature's Red Letters

A piece written by the Frankenstein Monster during his days of solitude beneath the fallen wind mill.

I found I had more power than I ever knew. To lift a book with my hands is easy enough. To open the cover and enter into its words is wisdom. With every flick of the page, with every verse, with every red letter I found a new part of myself. A new me.

When I fell beneath the Wind Mill I was left with only a few things. Bottles and bottles of Absinthe, horrible stuff. I tried drinking it once. It burned my throat. I took the body of my father and buried it in the back of the cave. I often go there, wondering how he felt at the end. What was it like to play God? What did he plan to do with me?

The only other thing he left me was a small leather bound Bible. It was my only comfort. Every red letter sparked something inside me. Something... indescribable. Heaven, hell, damnation, salvation.

Its funny that I'm only a year old, yet I know what damnation feels like. I wonder if my father is in heaven, waiting for me. And yet I wonder still if he is in hell, because he tried to play God, and consorted with the son of the devil.

Dracula! The beast in human flesh. A nightmare unlike any other. A face I do not wish to see again. He killed my father. He killed my father! Before I even knew him, he was dead. Sucked dry of all blood and let fall to the ground.

No flower that I could ever place on his grave could ever do justice. But how do I know this? My father, worked so hard to give me life. And yet I wonder why he didn't give me life like a normal person would. Why didn't he just find a nice girl, get married, and have a child normally? I would give anything for a normal life, and I'm sure that my soul would still be here.

But he chose me this face, sewn together from pieces of other men. He chose me this heart, crafted from steel and electricity. I'm never in silence, for the buzzing of my heart inside me hinders my senses and blocks my thoughts. I am truly alone in this world. It is times like these when I read the Bible again.

I've probably read through it seven times since I got it. Other than venturing out now and then to find food, there is little else for me to do. I cannot leave this place, for if I do then Dracula will find me. And I won't allow myself to be used to power my father's machine. Not for Dracula. Not for his children.

I pause because I don't know what else to say. I'm not a writer, I did not come to write someone else's story. Instead I... I'm just here to write my own story, I guess. But how can I know what my story is if I don't know myself? This Bible states that Love is the purpose for all things, even life. I have life, and though it is artificial I know that to make it right I must find this Love. I don't fully understand.
"We love Him because He first loved us."
1 John 4:9-10

I wonder, did my father love me? He must have, for I am his child. Does God love me? I was not made by him. I was made by a mortal, by Dr. Frankenstein, my father. Maybe God does not love me. Maybe I am alone.

But Frankenstein did not create my soul. He may have called it into this body he fashioned, but he did not create it. God did. He may have pieced my body together, but he did not make the pieces. God did. He may have made my heart from electricity, but who is the one who controls all Lightning? God is.

I am not alone. Even though I am in solitude I am not alone. I don't know what the future has in store for me. Sometimes I think I'd rather die. See this heaven, its surely better than this depressing world. Its surely better than this living hell. But yet, I want to live. There is something in life, something that even I, a man sewn from the pieces of others, must find as well. And I am sorry God that I am not who I could be, but I was not the one who decided to create me. I am a creature, but not just a creature. I am a good creature.

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