Frankenstein's Monster

I was born from the mind of a psychopath. Sewn together gently used body parts, unkown chemicals and that special little monster magic. I'm 8 feet tall, super strong and just an all around nice guy. The only problem people really have with me is that I'm hideous. I scare just about everyone I meet. Now wouldn't you be a bit depressed if everyone that looked at you screamed in sheer terror just at the sight of you? You'd probably be looking to exact revenge on the person who made you like this too! So I killed his little brother.

However I'm not completely evil. I'm just very sensitive, my feelings get hurt pretty easily. I needed a companion, someone I could share my experiences with and actually have a relationship with.

"I am alone and miserable: man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create." pg 123

But I'm not really a monster! I'm just misunderstood. I even helped a poor little girl from drowning, and what do I get? I get beat and yelled at in disgust, just because I'm kind of scary looking. I am torn between trying to make people see that I am a good person, or seeking my revenge on those that have caused me pain. Forever I will always be known as a "Monster" and I must accept that.