My Name is John Merrick

On the day that the Night Porter snook into my room and brought all those people to come into my room I was terrified. I was afraid that the night I spent with those horrible people would be the last night I spent of my life. In the hour before he arrived, I had finally began to feel comfortable with myself and thought people had finally began to see me as an actual person instead of the terrifying “Elephant Man”. Unfortunately for myself I became aware that even outside of the cages and circus tents I could still see freaks everywhere. These freaks were there inside my bedroom they crackled like hyenas and reeked of sweat and liquor enough to turn and respectable person into much of an animal, yet I had never had a drink in my life and people to that day considered me an animal. The day I truly became an animal was the first day Mr. Bytes exposed me to the public of London, but even though I was always an animal, I never wondered why humans all looked the same, and why I looked different. Humans are all made the same way on the inside they all have organs, intestines, and beating hearts, on the outside they all looked the same, except me but only I was encaged and branded as an animal, while they crackled like hyenas and smelled like liquor, even so, I can consider myself as more of a human than they could ever hope to be.