Frankenstein's Monster's Suicide Note

I am human.

Despite what my own creator thinks, I am not evil.

I am misunderstood. Lost. Alone. Waiting for someone to see the real person inside of this gnarled, mangled body.

People see me.. and they run away screaming.. or they throw things at me and demand I disappear from their sight

And believe me, I know I have done horrible things. Inhumane things. But you have to understand that in the beginning… I had no idea how to exist. There is no guide to being human, and I was all alone to figure it out.

I killed Victor’s family and friends. I destroyed my own creator.

And although I feel horrible about it, all I can think about is how I am trapped. Trapped in a body that everyone fears.

Aren’t all living things beautiful? Should it really matter what is presented on the outside?

Humans are such funny things. They pride themselves on thinking that they look for kindness in others and not looks… but in the end, they are vain and horrifyingly cruel to anything that isn’t beautiful in their eyes.

I have been tortured and tangled trying to figure this world out and finally understand how to be accepted by just a few.

All I was looking for was... love.

No one seems to understand that.

Victor tore my only chance at being loved right from my sewn together hands. He looked to be rescued by a woman. Why couldn’t he understand?

No one understands. The only company I can seem to keep is the company of solitude and the ever-present... death.

The only solution I can think of to fix this is to watch this ugly, unaccepted body go up in flames.

May the fire burn my loneliness and singe my sins. May I cease to exist in an instant. I know that this is better for everyone.

Afterwards, may my soul be set free.