‘Why does no one love me?’ thought the monster as he walked deeper into the cave. As far as he could remember no one had. His mother, he must have had one. His mother must have loved him but he cannot remember her anyway.
‘Is it my fault?’
‘Does the great creator hate me?’
‘Why was I born so ugly?’
‘Am I not allowed to be happy?’
The monster walked deeper into the cave. His thoughts grew darker, tightening around his heart like a black snake.