Usually, one would begin with their name in an autobiography. I, however have no name. I am the one who all fear because of my appearance. I am the one who no one takes the time to get to know. I am “the creature.” I was not born, but brought to earth by a man by the name of Victor Frankenstein. From what I can tell he made me from different parts of the dead. I was made for the amusement of this man, I was his dream to create and once I was created, I was the one thing he wanted to forget and avoid. Just like a baby, I was brought to life with no intent to be evil. I found that I was alone from the minute I was made. I went on a quest to make friends and not be so lonely, this however backfired greatly. All who saw me screamed and ran away and those who didn’t run brought their friends and threw various heavy objects at me. I didn’t understand why I was so hated. I really just wanted to be loved. For a long period of my life I hid away in a cottage and watched very peaceful cottagers go about their everyday lives. I wanted nothing more than to be like them and to join them and be part of their “family”, which is what I discovered their unity was called. They taught me everything without knowing of my existence. From them I learned speech, I learned to have morals, I learned manners and what being giving, sad, and happy meant. I learned that I was harming them by taking their food and immediately returned it. I didn’t want to be hurting the only friends I had, even if they didn’t know it. I lived so long only watching and observing them. I one day built up the courage to finally introduce myself to them. I first introduced myself to the blind man knowing that looks seem to be my biggest turn-off for people. It was when this man’s children came home that everything came crumbling down. The boy, Felix, is what they called him, screamed at me and ordered me to leave. I wasn’t even given a chance. I was automatically assumed to be a beast once again. This is when it clicked. My creator became my enemy. I wanted to ruin his life just as he had ruined mine. I gave only one more chance to a human and he turned out to be Victor, my creator’s, brother. The anger inside of me built up to the point that I strangled this little child. When I found Victor I gave him one chance to make things up to me. I asked for one thing and one thing only. After telling him my story I asked for a female companion to be made for me. It only made sense that since no other of his