Your Monster

Thunder rattles the stone walls of the old castle you've taken residence in. Once it homed wealthy nobility, that was a hundred years ago - now there's only you, the rats, and the abomination to God lying still on the table before you. You've spent years - your entire adult life - trying to create life from where there was none. Tonight, after careful calculations, you will finally achieve your goal. You know it. With the switch of a heavy lever, your sorry amalgamation of corpse parts stolen from the local morgue, sewn together into the shape of a woman you once claimed to love, rise up to the opening in the roof. After several agonizing moments of anxiety, lightning strikes, and you lower her back down - breath held - waiting to see if she'd be alive. She seems still for a moment, each second passing crushes your spirits, until her chest rises and falls with her first breath, and her eyes shoot open to meet yours.