Frankenstein's Creation

She was the most horrible monster you could ever imagine. She was a cobbled up, bundle of flesh. Stitches kept her insides in and her skin together. A bruise was already starting to rise on her forearm. It was nearly 2 in the morning; not even the security guard behind the plexiglass counter waved a goodbye. The night was calling to her from outside.  But before she could step out; she would have to pay $2267 because she had no insurance.