The first and last breath

All Miss Fricer wanted was respect. As a child she was laughed at for her funny hair and mix-matched eye color. In high school she was constantly being treated like dirt. Finally she finished college and had become a, well, mad scientist. No one understood her, so for her first project she was going to make life. A man. Someone who loved her, understood her. She worked and she grew impatient to the point where it wasn't love that she wanted any more. It was revenge on the world. She prepared the body and struck it with lighting, but the body didn't move. Peeling back the sheet, she made the mistake of breathing on it. As she felt the breath leave her lungs, the body breathed its first breath. All she saw was him. She smiled as she slowly suffocated, looking at her monster. As she closed her eyes, she felt pure joy knowing that he would be the destruction of the world.