The Creature

I was created, instead of born. I was created out of materials from dead bodies. Once I lived, my master ran from me and I was left all alone with no idea what was going on. I did not know how to talk or how to feel. I did not know anything at all and I had no one around to teach me. Every time I walked up to somebody they ran scared from me or beat me. It made me very sad and mad, and I did not understand these feelings. I had to teach myself how to live. I learned how to eat, make a fire, and make a place to live. Nobody helped me, everyone hated me. I watched people to learn how to speak and I have gotten quite good at it. My life has been miserable from the very start. All I ever wanted was to have somebody to talk to, someone to accept me and not judge me just by the way I look. But people just will not look past by ugly exterior, which makes me extremely angry. For this I hate humankind. I wish my creator would create another being like myself so I would not have to be so lonely, but he will not even do this for me after abandoning me. I did horrendous acts to get back at the human race and my creator for mistreating me. I regret them all, especially because in the end it killed my master, my father. After all this, all I want to do is die.