My whole life has been filled with loneliness. It has been a dreaded life at that. Loneliness is such an abstract idea. My own creator, the closest thing to family I will ever have, wants nothing to do with me. How could I blame him? I am a monster after all. Oh, how I long for company, someone to spend the rest of my undesirable life with. If the doctor won’t be my friend who will?
After all the horrors I have done I wonder if the doctor will grant me one favor. I have decided to try to speak with him.
I followed my creator, Dr. Frankenstein, through the woods. I think it is best I confront him about this matter alone. Alone, so no one can see the monster I am. I heard the snap of a tree branch fall to the forest floor. The Doctor turned around, startled by the noise. He was even more startled when he noticed me lurking.
“Doctor,” I began, before I could complete my sentence, he cut me off. “What are you doing here you monster?” He looked disgusted with me, disgusted with his creation.
“Please, here me out,” I begged. The doctor nodded at me as a gesture for me to continue.
“I wonder, if maybe you created me a companion, a friend even, then this cruel existence of mine wouldn’t be so bad.” I paused to think for a moment. My creator looked displeased. “Maybe then my life would have purpose, and I could leave you alone forever.”
Dr. Frankenstein contemplated this request for a long time before he spoke. Suddenly he looked at the me. “If I grant you this wish, you promise you will stay far away?” I nodded my head eagerly. “You have a deal,” the doctor said firmly. He continued, “Meet me here in these woods two nights from now, you will have your companion.”
I couldn’t believe it! My creator agreed to make me a friend. A friend, I would finally have someone. No longer will I know the misery of loneliness.
The two nights passed slowly. Finally, the night rolled around. I waited patiently in the woods. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my creator appear. To my surprise he was alone. I began to fill with fear as I questioned to myself why he would be alone. Did he go back on his word? Was this some sort of trap to make me pay for the mistakes I’ve made?
All of a sudden, I heard the sound of what seemed to be an angry mob approaching. Men with pitchforks and torches started appearing, and quickly. I turned around to run away and to my dismay there were even more men. The doctor came closer, followed by the mob.
“You thought I would really create a friend for YOU, you’re nothing more than a monster and a mistake. After all you’ve done you deserve nothing.” The doctor’s harsh words stung. I looked around for a way out, but the mob had me surrounded. They came closer and their angry yells filled my ears. I closed my eyes, and it all went dark.
Authors Note:
My original idea for this piece was to write what would happen if the doctor did create a friend for the monster and they got to live a life together. Halfway through this unessay I decide that I wanted the story to take a darker turn. Instead of the monster getting a friend I wanted him to feel betrayal.