It was 1941. You were only 22 but yet, you were so angry at the world and death because of how many people it’s taken from you.

You wanted to beat death and outrun it. You studied human anatomy, wanting to become a surgeon. You know everything about the human body. But you’re also really great at science.

Every night you went to a grave to look for human scraps, you would dig and dig till you found the right pieces. Months and months on end with all of your blood,sweat, and tears. Your anger and sadness went into what you call is Frankenstein.

When the storm hit, all of the electric shock went into Frankenstein, he never woke that same night as you cried out in anger and frustration something was peering from the doorway.

your eyes grow wide in terror as he walked forward different human limbs attached. He stalked closer until he was in front of you.

you got out of bed quickly, and immediately touched his chest. You put your ear against his chest and listen for his heartbeat. As you heard it thumping, you cried out in victory.

since Frankenstein was barely made, he was illiterate didn’t know how to speak and was still learning how to control his emotions and movement

You did this but at what cost..