The Creature

Hello my name is..well actually i don't really have a name. I don't really have much of anything. I was created one stormy night by Sir Victor Frankenstein. The second i was created, Frankenstein ran away and hid from me. People refer to me as some type of monster. I never really planned on becoming this monster figure, but someone can only be pushed so far before they break. After countless encounters of people running away from me no reason at all, i decided it would be best to stay away from humans. One night, i was lucky enough to find a small hovel I could take refuge in. Soon after resting, I realized that the cottage right across from me had a crack in the wall that i could see through. So, I began watching this family that was living inside the cottage. This family never knew that I was watching them, but just by observing them, I was able to learn to read and write. I learned world history and was able to better understand my language. I even learned all about the family. One day, i built up the courage to go into the cottage to try to communicate with the family. But, surprise, surprise, I was chased out of the cottage. Now, at this point I was frustrated. People, who don't even know me, are scared of me. After this incident, I swore to myself that I would revenge against all human beings. I basically did some things that I'm not very proud of. I went after my creator's family and friends. I even gave my creator a chance to redeem himself by creating me a female companion, but he wasn't even able to complete the task. I know everything I did was wrong and I take it all back. I really destroyed people's lives. But whats a creature supposed to do? Everyone deserves to be loved. Of course, my creator retaliated against me and hunted me down for years. I would leave him clues and traces of myself, but even with my help, he was never able to find me. Eventually, my creator died. After, my creator died i realized that all of the evil things that i had been doing were not worth it and i deeply regretted it. I felt so bad, I even contemplated destroying myself. No one will ever truly know what I did next.