Narrative Essay Frankenstein

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In my nightmares, I can never outrun the monsters chasing me. Unfortunately, my nightmares have become a reality. I thought monsters lived in a closet or under a bed as a child. When I thought about them, I imagined hideous creatures. Now, my monsters are not ugly creatures; my monsters are my darkest part of me. They control me. My monsters decide how I feel, and they decide what I do. My monsters hold my life in their hands. The first monster to haunt me was my parents` creation. The monster is supposed to relieve pain, but it has only increased the pain in my family. I have flashbacks of the monster destroying my family, and the images I remember traumatize me. At first, my parents thought the monster was just a quick high, but soon they realized it was all a front. Once the monster showed its true self, things got worse. The monster took my parents` money, so we would have to starve. The monster made my parents forget about their own children, which caused me to be a mother to both my brother and parents. I live in constant fear of this monster. I am terrified that the monster will come for me one day. The monster has managed to capture the rest of my family; why would it not try to get me as well? My worst fear is that the monster will seduce my…show more content…
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