The Monster Within

Man will always be capable of great creations. My creator was unaware that with great things, come a greater responsibility. Victor Frankenstein was to stubborn to see past his greater responsibly and decided to vanish, leaving nothing but a confounded creature. How was it my fault that he created such a monstrosity that the naked eye could not bare to overlook? Or how was it my fault that his pursuit of knowledge was based off creating life with electricity and inanimate body parts? My life never had a beginning, nor was I given a chance to demonstrate myself as a kind creature, with no intentions of mayhem and destruction.
As a young intellectual, Victor was inquisitive. He loved science and strived for an extensive knowledge for anatomy. One evening, a life altering storm passed through his precious town of Geneva, where Victor witnessed his first sight of complete destruction. "When we visited it the next morning, we found the tree shattered in a singular manner. It was not splintered by the shock, but entirely reduced to thin ribbons of wood. I never beheld anything so utterly destroyed" (Shelly, 26). Little did he know, this would lead to his ultimate death. Overwhelmed by his revelation of the secret to life and death, Victor began his decent into madness.
It took my master many years and lucubration to consummate his creation. With the help of his college professor, Walden, Victor began to appreciate and crave the sciences even more. The need to fulfill his dream and create the unthinkable became beyond obsessive. He raved through graveyards, claiming decayed ligaments and limbs for my body. The process was extremely grueling on him, his outer appearance began to decay and become grotesque, and with the obsession of me, it seemed as though he forgot all the good in the world. His mindset, primarily, became morosely corrupted. Though his illness becoming fatal, accelerated with every discovery.
When I inhaled the precious air that filled my stolen lungs and opened my swollen eyelids to an alien state, there he was, staring with complete disbelief. Unaware of my monstrous appearance, the creator who devoted so much time and effort would abandon me, leaving me desolate. As I stepped outside of the ruined tower where I was generated, I had no feelings, only instinct. As my borrowed mind raced, I was unaware of the thoughts I was creating; unknowingly the abandonment was the conception of the internal monster which ultimately would reso