"My name is John Merrick..."

     My name is John Merrick. I am not an animal, I am a man. I am... a human being. I've lived a long life full of abuse and terrible memories, and yet, I still don't understand the reasons for that. I've always been told to "stand up," or "turn around," always been ordered to do things when in reality I would much rather isolate myself from the world, away from everybody. I'm seen as this monster, I'm always starred at, I'm seen as and ugly "elephant man." I am fed up with the judgements, I'm only seen as a joke and as much as I try to stand up for myself, I can't. It's the memory of a "beautiful face of an angel" I have that keeps me encouraged to continue with life, that face is my mother's. I see her picture every morning by my bed side, the bed Mr. Fredrick Treves, kindly provided me with. Thanks to him I no longer have to suffer the fatal abuse of Bites, all he did was use me for his own entertainment. Now, all I want is to find out about my mother, find out where she is and what happened to her. Bytes only told me she was knocked down by a group of elephants when she was 4 months into her pregnancy. But I don't understand what that has to do with my deformities, the way I was born, the way I look. I don't understand why god would make me this way, why he would allow me to be seen as a hoax, to be used for the convenience of Bytes. All I ask myself is why, why me?