Upon a November morning where the sky reaped tears, I finally opened my eyes, breath heavy, and a type of convulsive motion agitated my limbs. Through my eyes, I saw what seemed to be a scientist, analyzing my proportional limbs, my tainted skin, the color of sunflowers, and yet he looked at me in disgust. I couldn't figure out why. Suddenly, this man ran, trembling in fear. It didn't take long for me to find out this man's name, Frankenstein. My creator. Around the manor, I would see Frankenstein working, ignoring health, rest, and above all his sickly wife whose skin was just around my shade. There wasn't a single servant inside the manor, none. It was only Frankenstein and Elizabeth. She was a charming lady above the rest; at least that's …show more content…
This light, that entranced me ever since the beginning I up-took the responsibilities of the house, Elizabeth's serene eyes started to fade. It didn't take long for me to realize how horrifying, and yet saddening, death was for mortal humans. ... Days passed, blurring together into a watercolor blur; similar to the day I was given life. I had yet to process the overwhelming grief, but only one thought lingered around in my mind long enough for me to take action: my hatred of Frankenstein. This feeling of righteousness possessed me like a demon. I couldn't stop it, and maybe deep down I didn't want to stop it. ... The moon looked gracefully as it always did. The time was late, but all sense of reason evaporated out of my body. I just knew my mind went blank, and the next second I was forcing my way through the window shutters. My watery eyes fixed on the one who brought me into this world, fixed on a man whom I had come to hate with all my being, despite never really knowing why. I theorized the question multiple times, and I had just left it as a question, for certain things are better to be left …show more content…
Frankenstein took refuge in the courtyard, the same courtyard Elizabeth loved. This courtyard is the most serene of places within the estate. The landscape was beautifully decorated with perennial flowers, a charming gazebo, and yet one thing felt missing: Elizabeth. The night was still young. The moon wasn't shadowed by clouds of desperation. Yes, this was the night. Finally, I had caught up to him, my "beloved" creator, everything had been piling into this moment. I didn't care if my morals were dissolute because it was for her, Elizabeth. My body motioned slowly towards the man who shunned Elizabeth, I was ready. My mind sort of blanked. It was as if someone skipped a couple pages because I blinked my eyes once and Frankenstein was baking away in horror, disgust. The second time I blinked my eyes, his corpse lay still. It took a minute to realize the actions I had taken. The water dripping away from his hair as my hand clenched his face. His lips tinted with the same blue sky had been the day the fates took away my Elizabeth. It was all clear what I had done. The early morning was still clear as the fountain water used to murder Frankenstein, and that was when horror shot through my body like adrenaline, I collapsed on the ground, thinking, what have I done? Is it really worth it? I looked into the fountain, looking at my face. My reflection only showed a mummy so hideous as a wretch. I analyzed how my creator did when he first brought me into the world. My muscles and