My creator had promised me a mate, a second creation as hideous as I was. I watched Victor, and his friend Henry Clerval, who he had brought with him, making sure that Victor was fuffiling his promise. It was agony to me as I slowly crept along the banks of the Rhine, my hands raw and bleeding from holding onto the bank. I stowed away on a ship bound to England as I saw the boat that conained Clerval and Victor head towards that country, I lived in the belly of the boat, in the smelly, stuffy, dark, cramped, and damp conditions of the hull. After reaching England, I slept in forests, and crawled accross field after field, all the time watching Frankenstein's every step. He visited many famous places accross England. Long and hard was the journey, and when Victor and Henry separated in Scotland, I followed Victor to a remote island off of the coast of Scotland. I watched with baited breath as my creator began his work on the second creation, and I watched with wonder as the creature began to form, I beheld the inredible brilliance and skill of my illustrious creator. For the first time in my life, I was truly happy, and when Victor seemed to be on the verge of completing the creation, my mind was a whirlpool of thoughts both light and dark. Then suddenly to my astoundment, he paused, and then destroyed his almost finished second creation. My heart skipped a beat, and rage and agony swelled up inside of me, I flung open the door of the shack Victor had been working in, as I stormed in, I reminded him of his broken promise, and to threaten him and unerve him, I told him "I will be with you on your wedding night." Knowing that he would soon be marrying his love Elizabeth Lavenza. Then I fled the island and swam to the mainland. As you can see, my creator brutally betrayed me, it was one of the saddest moments of my life, and for a while I was unable to overcome my grief. I only the threatened Victor because he had broken his promise, and broken my heart.