Scarred
Prologue
Where should I start? I suppose there's nowhere to start. I never had a start and my life is always the same and always will be. It's always the same every day, every night. I'm left unwanted and unnoticed. Father thought of me as his world and the best thing he'd ever made. Everyone else thinks of me as a Frankenstein, a creation that should have never been created. An accident even. I wish father was here now. I need him. Without him I fade away and start to slip out of existence, just how the beings want me to be. I wish Kim was here now. I need her. Without her, my artificial heart breaks. It breaks into the little cogs it's made of and can never be put back together.
But this is not a time for sorrow and grief; this is a time for thought. To think back over my life. Well I didn't have much of a life. And when I did the beings just ruined it. I don't see why they hate me. I never did anything and that's the problem with my life I suppose. I never had a chance to live it, I never did anything.
At the minute I'm just stuck here, doing nothing for the rest of eternity. Well at least the beings got what they wanted. They wanted me to die and they think I did. But they don't understand, I can't die. I'm not alive in the first place. No start, no end. That doesn't make much sense and the beings don't like things not making sense. They don't like monsters. They don't like me.