Predict

What will happen to Dr. Frankenstein and the creature?

Instead of feeling proud, I was disgusted. I could not even stand to look at him. So I ran away, asking myself, What have I done?

I hid in my room and nervously paced the floor, trying to determine what to do. But, because I had been hard at work for so long, I had not slumbered for many days, and I soon fell onto my bed and slept.

An odd, gurgling noise woke me up. The terrible creature was standing over me, grinning and making baby noises. He came closer and reached out one of his enormous hands to touch me. I leapt up and ran until I crumpled onto the street. A good friend found me and took me to his home. I lay there, sick for several months.

Much later, I learned what had happened to my creature while I was unwell.

He had wandered the streets. He was a newborn—a hideous, giant newborn. He knew nothing, he could not talk, and he did not even understand his own feelings.

People who saw him were terrified. Some people ran away screaming. Others threw stones and bricks at him. One man shot him in the arm.

The frightened, lonely creature hid in a vacant shed next to a cottage. He taught himself to speak and read by listening to the family in the cottage. Then he learned that I was his creator.

He found me and begged me for a companion. I felt sorry for him, so I agreed to create a wife for him. But when it came time to bring the female creature to life, I couldn’t do it. I destroyed her instead. He was very angry and promised to make my life as unhappy as his life was. I was now his enemy.

What have I done?