The life I live is anything but normal.
I wish I had friends or someone to talk to, but I’m alone and that's the way father wants it to be. He wants me all for himself - confined, imprisoned.
I wish I could just dress up and get out of this musty castle. Even if it was something as small as dancing, or laughing under the moonlight. All I've ever wanted is a little freedom and to have a good time, but I know it's just not in the cards for me.
Constantly I am undergoing procedure after procedure. Every surgery I have doesn’t stick - or should I say the body parts don’t. My father tells me that all this pain and suffering will make me stronger, indestructible, and more beautiful than any women that has ever existed
Something just isn't right. Something is missing.
I resent him for all of this - loathing the constant agony I go through. To sum it up, I hate fact that I even exist. I'm nothing but an experiment to him.
I want to escape, to run far away and never look back but if I do my body will fall apart, piece by piece. Maybe it will be worth it. Maybe death will be my saving grace. I won’t know unless I try.
My name is Freya and I'm the daughter of Doctor Victor Frankenstein.