Frankenstein, written by Mary Shelley, is a tale about a creature that is not loved. Victor Frankenstein created a living being from spare parts. He ran from it when he found that it was not as he expected. He did not give the creature the love and acceptance that it needed. Love is one of the most basic human emotions and although the creature was not human he did have a strong need for it, "His jaw opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me..."(935). This was the monster's first encounter with a human (Victor Frankenstein); the first of many times when his appearance frightens the very people that he wants to be loved by. When creating the monster Victor Frankenstein did not think of the human aspect of what he was creating; he only thought of himself.
Victor Frankenstein was a very selfish man. He created a living being, yet ran away from his responsibilities to it, "I escaped, and rushed down the stairs." As the monster's creator, Victor had the responsibility to teach the monster about the world and to be a father figure to it. Instead, Victor shirked his responsibilities and then went on with his life. The monster was left to fend for himself. Eventually, the monster teaches himself how to read and write. He also learns that his appearance is what grotesque to others.
Eventually the monster goes to the woods to live. There is also a family living in the woods. The monster does not let the family know that he is living there. He lives in the woods, and he does everything that he can to keep...