A/N: Hi! Just a quick one shot! I wrote this as a 'creative writing' task in English the other day, and decided to post it on FanFiction! Sorry if some of the details aren't quite correct, but I did my best. Enjoy!!
Frankenstein: The Monster's Story
I am a monster. Nothing else. I was created, not because of love, but because of sick, selfish ambition. I was only created to satisfy his hunger for knowledge.
Him. Doctor Victor Frankenstein.
I can barely stand to think of his name. He brought me into existence without a name, a personality, a family. I have no knowledge of right or wrong. Is murder wrong? How should I know?
When Frankenstein first created me, he looked into my eyes, and decided that I was evil.
So I left. I left that prison and wandered the streets. But I could feel the sadness clouding my heart as I realised I was unwanted. They accused me of spreading disease, just because of how I look. So I left that town ad continued onwards. Alone. Life was treating me cruelly, and my life had only just begun.
As I continued my travel onwards, I came across a small house. It may have been small, but it was home for one family. A family home. I have neither. I am left alone to fend for myself against this world.
As I sat outside their home, I listened as a young girl was taught English. One word pierced through my heart more than the others. Friend.
Throughout my short life, I had a grand total of one friend. An old blind man, who couldn't judge me from my looks. But then he got attacked. But not by me. They didn't believe that though. After all, they could see me.
Then I realised. The only way I could survive was to do what they expected of me. To kill. So I did. And my primary focus?
Doctor Victor Frankenstein.
I killed his younger brother William, and framed his friend, Justine. Her punishment? Public hanging. She was no more.
I then killed the Good Doctor's friend, Henry Clerval.
By now, Frankenstein was scared, weak. I took advantage of this and gave him an ultimatum. Give me a wife, or I continue killing.
But Frankenstein was stubborn, and so was I. He refused, I killed. In the end he made me a wife.
But she died.
So did he.
So did I.
I died with my father.
A/N: What do you think? Please review!
