It was a long time ago. It was the start. It was where it all began.
I opened my eyes for the first time. My eyes caught sight of a man. He helped me down. I observed the world around me. Plugs. Tables. Words. It was all new and interesting. I turned my head to see something more fascinating than I had ever seen before. People.
The man walked around me writing down words. Another man walked in. He was smaller. I am not sure why. Maybe his hand was slippery but he dropped his pen when he saw me. I didn’t know what was happening. Was it good or bad? I just stood still. The smaller man called Frankenstein over. In my head, I remembered who was who. Clerval’s face didn’t look like Frankenstein’s. They spoke to one another. I felt something for the first time: it still haunts me now. Pain.
Frankenstein left. I slowly and carefully walked up to Clerval to touch his face. I felt mine; they felt the same. So I thought something I regret. I must be like them. A human. With an adventurous spirit within me, I walked out of the space in the wall.
I looked around myself. Incredible. I couldn’t wait. I wondered what could be found. I did not walk far to see another one of them. One just like me. I would have smiled – if I could. Before I could say hello, he brought out – what they call – a torch. At the time, it was all new. I didn’t know what it was, what it could do or why it was engulfed in a hot red ball but as he moved forward, I instantly backed away. I went to someone else but it was the same. Shout. Attack. Pain. Is this who humans are? Vile creatures.
I ran as far as my legs could carry me. I found a cottage. I felt hope, walked in and spoke. It was like I was on a cloud. Agathe was kind and understood me like nobody ever had before. I wish her brother did. He shot me with a gun. I thought that for once I could have a friend, to love, turst and protect. But who could love a monster as ugly as me?
If people clearly wanted an evil monster then that is who I will be. They will regret it. Even the other creature from other regions and packs ran from me as if their life depended on it. I sat there by myself in isolation and cried on the mountains. It was then that I realised that only older people have hated me. I felt that there was a chance for me to be happy I met someone young enough that they were not compute. Stubbornly he resisted. He acted tough but not tough enough. He told me that he is going to tell his brother. His brother’s name recited in my head.
I lost control. My hands found its way to his neck and tightened. He cried for help. I smirked: something I never imagined, I would do. One … Two … Three. He fell to the floor lifeless. His skin had lost its colour. His once rosy cheeks had vanished and blended into his pale white skin. He had a look of fear in his eyes. I walked back into the shadows to find William’s brother, who was supposed to stop me.
When I found his brother, I greeted him. He jumped, I saw the anger in Frankenstein’s eyes. It was nothing compared to the anger that I felt. Hurt, I shouted at him. I grabbed his shirt, twisted it and lifted him up. Little drops of water fell from his forehead, increasing in size. I took a deep breath, dropped him and told him my story of abandonment, hope and pain. I saw a sorrowful flashback before my eyes. Without hesitation, we made a deal. I walked out and in two years time, I will be accompanied by someone like me, who will love me. My wife.