Mary Shelley's Frankenstein-Personal Narrative

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Everyday I'm woken up to the same occurrence. My bedside shaking from the force of the ground rumbling beneath me. Hot breath inhaled in my lungs and dull fangs nipped at my toes. This is no longer a surprise but more of a routine. As I Rise the creature scurries away legs carrying it so fast I could barely see it in my site with my eyes still groggy from sleep. I quickly get dressed to ready myself for the creatures return sliding on thick shoes for protection. I stand waiting silently until I hear it the clacking of sharp nails against tile floor coming in my direction at a high speed. The creatures skids to a stop in front of me before leaping up to my chest. I dodged it's assault but as a creature to send it it's Nails raked then red lines down my legs. I winced in pain as …show more content…
I slowly circle around the creature keeping it within sight out of range. I locked my gaze at the worn leather around its neck. I hold my ground and ready myself before taunting the creature for another charge. It Bolts right at me, it's eyes glowing in the dim light never leaving my site. With only a few minor injuries I'm able to clip the metal hook to the leather around its neck. The creature fights its restrainment for a minute before subsiding and accepting his fate I tighten my Reigns then lead the creature towards the exit. It plays somber for a moment before bolting at high speed as though trying to escape its hold but I am prepared as I tug the rope in the behind myself just stop any resistance. the creature finally understands that I am in charge and allows itself to be led. I navigate the area as I squander for my previous locations for this is routine. At each location the creature sniffs the area thoroughly before marking its territory once again. It repeats this process repeatedly before I deem it an acceptable amount. Once again I tug the rope into the area of which I desire to