I had been living as a monstrosity not given an identity. The frightful sight of me scared others and the normal sight of them scared me. Being isolated from them was a blessedness which I appreciated. I remained on the wretched ship for some time. I gazed at the horizon still, with no sign of him- him... my creator, not worthy of a name or an identity. I thought it would be unlikely to meet him again but I did not care. My intention was not to destroy him, but to be at peace.
I woke up to a halt only to find that my dismantled ship had brought me ashore. I was in a place which seemed unfamiliar and this interested me. This excitement had reminded me of how my creator must have felt when he began putting me together, like a jigsaw piece. I looked out at the sea which remained so calm. For a second, I forgot about the past events and gazed in amazement at the sea. I began walking towards the deserted place which I had stumbled upon. Each step I took away from my wretched ship was another step taken away from the sea and another step taken away from my past.
I had begun an adventure not knowing where it would lead me, or whom I may meet. Not knowing my whereabouts gave me a sense of belonging. Feeling parched, I sat down recklessly on a tree stump. The tree stump was quite like me. It had been neglected and almost forgotten about until it grew again. In the meantime, it was left to age on it's own. I looked at my surroundings and saw another tree stump like the one I was sat on however it seemed very distinct and abnormal, even from a distance.
I decided to tread over to the stump as it's peculiar appearance fascinated me. To my astonishment, the tree stump was not what I thought it was; but instead was what something my creator may have came across when creating me- a gravestone. There was something about this gravestone which lured me towards it as it meant that there was a person, a body underneath it. I looked at the surface of the stone to help me come to a conclusion of whom this mortal may be.
I was disappointed as the stone displayed no sign or acknowledgement which would have put an identity to the corpse. I showed my respect by removing debris from the surface of the stone. To my surprise I was rewarded for my good deed and some initials appeared under the debris! Although my fascination had been brought to an end as I read the markings on the stone, they read, 'In Loving Memory of Victor Frankenstein'...
'My master! My creator!, could this be true? For what sin had you committed to be put to your death?'. It was then that I realised that he would not be able to hear me. It should have been me instead of him. To this world I was an alien who did not belong here. It was my fault that he was laying there. I walked away bewildered as i hoped for a time where I’d be able to join my creator and be in a different form- one where I would be accepted by him.
Short commentary about Part B
My inspiration to write this piece of text came from the creature's feelings and emotions, which Mary Shelley had captured in Frankenstein. I felt that they were quite important in the novel and related to wasted lives well. My intention was to write a short diary entry from the creature's perspective as a possible extension to the novel which expressed the wasted life that the creature may have had.