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Chapter 6

I felt that I was in a living hell during those months after William and Justine

died. I knew that I had caused their deaths, and I felt that I was evil. I started

spending more and more time alone. I could not face my loving family. I

began to take long walks. One day, I decided to climb a high mountain near

my home. It was a steep climb, but a path was cut into the rocks. It was

raining that morning, but I didn't care. I wanted a long, hard walk. It was

nearly noon when I got to the top. I looked down at all the beauty below me. I

felt good. Then, suddenly, I saw a form of a man. He was far below me, but

was climbing toward me. How quickly he moved! He jumped from rock to rock,

like a mountain goat. He seemed to care nothing about falling. As he got

closer, I saw how big the man was. My heart sank. It was the monster! I shook

all over with anger and horror. This was my chance to get him. Even if! died

trying, I would even the score for poor William and Justine. As soon as he was

close enough, I cried out, "You devil! How dare you even come close to me?

Come a little closer and I will kill you! I will crush you. You are a monster! If

killing you would bring back the people you killed, I would kill you a thousand

times!" The monster did not try to harm me. He just gave me a horrible smile

and said, "I thought you'd act this way. People always hate those who are low

and unlucky. And I am the unluckiest creature of all. Even the lowest man in

the world is loved by his creator. Frankenstein, you are my creator. Yet you

hate me! You and I are tied together, forever, until one of us is dead." He

pointed his finger at me. "And you talk of killing me. What kind of man are

you? You gave me life-a life of horror. All men are turned against me. I did not

choose to be the thing you made me. You owe me something, Frankenstein. If

you don't give me what you owe me, I will kill every last friend you have. I will

kill the rest of your family. The deaths you have seen so far will be nothing!"

"You devil!" I cried. I jumped at him. He got away from me easily. "Careful,

Frankenstein," the creature said. "I am much stronger and bigger than you

are. You made me so. I could break you like a dry twig. But I won't do that. You

are my creator, and I cannot raise my hand against you. "You call me a devil.

But I would not have been this way. Life has made me a killer. I would have

been like an angel. But after you gave me life, you left me. You turned away

from me. I have been evil because I am unhappy. Make me happy,

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Chapter 6 I felt that I was in a living hell during those months after William and Justine died. I knew that I had caused their deaths, and I felt that I was evil. I started spending more and more time alone. I could not face my loving family. I began to take long walks. One day, I decided to climb a high mountain near my home. It was a steep climb, but a path was cut into the rocks. It was raining that morning, but I didn't care. I wanted a long, hard walk. It was nearly noon when I got to the top. I looked down at all the beauty below me. I felt good. Then, suddenly, I saw a form of a man. He was far below me, but was climbing toward me. How quickly he moved! He jumped from rock to rock, like a mountain goat. He seemed to care nothing about falling. As he got closer, I saw how big the man was. My heart sank. It was the monster! I shook all over with anger and horror. This was my chance to get him. Even if! died trying, I would even the score for poor William and Justine. As soon as he was close enough, I cried out, "You devil! How dare you even come close to me? Come a little closer and I will kill you! I will crush you. You are a monster! If killing you would bring back the people you killed, I would kill you a thousand times!" The monster did not try to harm me. He just gave me a horrible smile and said, "I thought you'd act this way. People always hate those who are low and unlucky. And I am the unluckiest creature of all. Even the lowest man in the world is loved by his creator. Frankenstein, you are my creator. Yet you hate me! You and I are tied together, forever, until one of us is dead." He pointed his finger at me. "And you talk of killing me. What kind of man are you? You gave me life-a life of horror. All men are turned against me. I did not choose to be the thing you made me. You owe me something, Frankenstein. If you don't give me what you owe me, I will kill every last friend you have. I will kill the rest of your family. The deaths you have seen so far will be nothing!" "You devil!" I cried. I jumped at him. He got away from me easily. "Careful, Frankenstein," the creature said. "I am much stronger and bigger than you are. You made me so. I could break you like a dry twig. But I won't do that. You are my creator, and I cannot raise my hand against you. "You call me a devil. But I would not have been this way. Life has made me a killer. I would have been like an angel. But after you gave me life, you left me. You turned away from me. I have been evil because I am unhappy. Make me happy,

Frankenstein, and I will be the best and kindest creature on earth." His words made me more angry. "You talk of happiness, when you have caused such pain?" I asked. "Oh, you evil creature! Go away! I can't stand to look at you. I can't stand to listen to you." "Hear me out, Frankenstein," the monster said. "Even a man on trial gets a chance to tell his story. I don't have anyone who loves me. Everyone's hand is raised against me. And it is not my fault. You must hear me out." I thought about what the creature was saying. I was his creator. Maybe I did owe him some happiness. Maybe I should listen to what he had to say. The creature told me to follow him. He led me to a hut, a few hundred feet below the top of the mountain. It was there that he told me his story. Chapter 7 "It is hard for me to remember the early days of my life. All I really remember is light and dark. I know now what was happening to me. I was born fully grown. I could see, feel, hear, and smell. But inside, I was a baby-a newborn child. "When you ran from me, I didn't know why. How could I know what an ugly thing I was? Without knowing why, I took a coat from your house, and left. I went deep into the woods. I slept on the wet ground. I ate what I could find-mostly berries and roots. All during this time, I was sad. But I didn't know why. "One day, I found what was left of a campfire. I was excited by this wonderful thing. It gave warmth and light. Like a baby who doesn't know better, I tried to touch it. Of course, it burned me. In this way, I learned about fire. Because I had no father or mother to teach me, I had to learn the hard way. All of my early lessons were learned this way. "I also learned a hard lesson when I met people for the first time. I found a poor hut in the woods. I went to the door and saw an old man inside. He was making his breakfast. When I came near him, he took one look at me and began screaming. He ran away. I didn't know why. You see, I didn't know I was so ugly. And I couldn't even ask why the man ran. I didn't know how to speak. "The same thing happened when I came upon a small town in the woods. I began to walk down the main street. Right away, people began screaming and running. Men threw sticks and stones at me. They drove me away. I ran into the woods where I was safe. Then I sat down and cried. Why did people treat me this way?

time to figure out why. It was the first time I had seen a man and woman in love. "From listening to Safie talk with Felix and Agatha, I learned a lot about the family. Their last name was DeLacy. They were from France. At one time, they had been rich. Safie's father was a good friend of the family. But Safie's father got into bad trouble with the government. The DeLacys tried to help him, but that got them in trouble, too. They lost everything they had. They had to run away to Germany and live in this small cottage. Then, Safie's father died. She came to live with the DeLacys. "Safie and Felix were planning to marry. They were very much in love. Safie did not know how to read and write. So Felix was going to teach her. I saw that this was my great chance. When Safie got her lessons in reading and writing, I watched and listened. That is how I learned to read." Chapter 8 "Not long after I had learned to read, something happened that really opened my eyes. One day, I was in the woods looking for food. I found a box with three books inside. I was very lucky. The books were written in French-the language I had learned. "Until that time, all I knew of the world was what I had seen in the cottage. I read the books I found, and I learned what life was like outside the DeLacy family. I learned about human feelings. I learned some history. "One book told a story about God at war with His heavenly creatures. This was more than a tale to me. Then I came to the part about the creation of Adam. I wondered where my creator was. Had he turned from me, as God had from Satan? "At this time, I read another book. It was in the pocket of the coat I took from your house, Frankenstein. Now that I could read, I opened it. It was the notebook you wrote in during the four months before you created me. In a short time, I had read this notebook. "Now I knew who and what I was. And, more important, I knew who my creator was. "I give these notes back to you, Frankenstein. I now know everything about my birth. I know, too, what an evil person you are. How I hate the day you gave me life! "You made me ugly and horrible. I have lived a life of sadness. All hands are raised against me. People run when they see me. And I am alone, always alone. Even the lowest animal on earth has a friend. But I don't. I am alone. All I have, Frankenstein, is you. Yet you ran away from me on the very night you gave me

life. You must have no heart. "But there is more to my story. One beautiful autumn day, Agatha, Felix, and Safie went into town. The old man was left alone in the cottage. I had learned much about him and his family. I knew why the young people helped him so much. He was blind. "Knowing that DeLacy was blind might help me. Up until now, I had never spoken to a living soul. There was no one for me to speak to. Besides, I knew from my early days that people would run from me. DeLacy could not see how ugly I was. I wanted to talk with him. But I was afraid to take this chance. I don't know how long I stood at the cottage door, afraid to knock. I almost ran away a few times. Finally, I knocked on the door. " 'Who is there?' asked the old man. 'Come in.' "I stepped inside. 'Pardon me,' I said to DeLacy. 'I am a tired traveler in need of rest. May I sit a few minutes by your fire?' " 'Of course,' the old man said. 'I'm afraid I can't be of much help to you. I can't offer you any food. We have so little.' "He couldn't know that I had seen how poor they were. I told DeLacy that I had food. I said that all I needed was a little rest by the fire. "I sat down. For a few minutes we did not talk. I didn't know what to do next. I had never talked with anyone before. Finally, the old man spoke. "'You speak my language. Are you French?' "I smiled as I answered his question. 'No,' I said. 'But I was taught by a French family.' This was quite true. But the old man didn't know that I meant his family. " 'And what brings you to Germany?, he asked. "It was easy for me to explain why I was there. 'I have come to see the family that taught me,' I said. 'They are wonderful people. In my way, I love them all. But they have never seen me. I am afraid they won't like me. They may <;hase me away. If they do that, I will have no friends in all the world.' "'Don't worry, stranger,' the old man said to me. 'If these people are as good as you say, they would never chase you away. Why should they?' "I told DeLacy that I was not very pleasant to look at. And that I was afraid that the family would only see how ugly I was on the outside. They might never know how much I loved them. " 'As to your looks, I do not know,' said the old man. 'I am blind. But why not trust these people you love so? If you have done nothing wrong, they will not drive you away. If you tell me your story, maybe I can help you. Do these people live near here?' "I told him that the family lived very close by. Then he asked me the name of the family. Just as I was about to answer, the young people came back to the cottage. My heart was filled with

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