13th of July, 1818
Diary,
you have no idea of how much I have suffered. Life, what does it all mean? What is the reason of my existence? My creator has abandoned me, and now, I have nowhere to turn to. No one loves me. There is no point in living if there is no love in this world. Just seeing other people happily in love with each other is torture. Everyone has someone they love who love them back. Why am I the only exception? Why do I even exist in this cold, lonely and empty world?
Today, I observed Agathe and her brother Felix from outside their window. From what I gathered from their conversations, I think they are political refugees. After hearing that, I helped them in every way possible, knowing that their life was hard enough as it is. Every day, I would chop wood for their fire, pluck apples from their tree for them and help them carry water from the stream. I’ve realized that in some ways, they are similar to me. Being shunned and cast out of society; those are one of the few things we have in common. It gave me this feeling of comradeship, making me more determined than ever to stick with them. One day, I will reveal myself and offer the only thing I have; my friendship.
Even if I were to reveal myself to them, how would they react to me? Would they abuse me just like the other humans, or would they accept me for who I am? Would they treat me more nicely if I told them that it was I who had helped them all along? After all, I was the mysterious stranger who helped them time after time. Wouldn’t that account for something? I can just imagine their surprise. Agathe wouldn’t understand though. She couldn’t see me, so maybe her loss of sight is a blessing in disguise. Felix, on the other hand, might not react as calmly. He might even shoot me. He has an excellent aim, and I should know that, after watching him hunt every day. I’ve seen myself through the reflection in the stream, and I have to admit, I am grotesquely repulsive. My skin is disgusting; it is of a translucent yellow colour which shows all my blood vessels and muscles underneath, my eyes are constantly watery and glow in this weird colour, my lips are of a nasty black colour, and as for my hair, it is long, coarse and untamed. Anyone who sees me will be terrified, and with good reason. It is through their fear of me which made them turn towards hatred and anger.
Putting that aside, I was taken aback when I saw them laugh at each other and make jokes. Hadn’t they suffered like I have? Or was it that their suffering was not as extreme as mine? I thought it through for a long time, and I think I know why. After all, they have each other, don’t they? They always have each other to fall back on if anything were to happen. Even though they are refugees, so what? Most of all, they love and care for one another. As long as they have each other, nothing else matters anymore. Although their parents can’t be there with them, one family member is better than none.
As for me, I’m all alone in this world. I regard my creator as God, so even God himself has abandoned me. Am I really that revolting? I must be, or why else would people all run away from me when they see me? Every time I get close to them, they all chase me away with torches and pitchforks, shouting obscenities after me. They never even gave me a chance.
Humans are so superficial; they only care about the looks. Even so, I want them to love me as much as I love them. No matter how much they have harmed me, I still yearn for their love. I have neither family nor friends in this world, so I’m pretty much alone. Even the animals shy away from me when they see me. How much more pathetic can it get?
A few days ago, I tried to stroke this poor dog which was whimpering in pain. It had a thorn in its paw, so I wanted to comfort it before pulling the thorn out. I wasn’t even within 10 paces of it yet, and it already leapt to its feet, hackles raised. Its big shiny eyes glared menacingly at me, its whole body vibrating with its growls.
I mean, even animals can tell that I’m hideous, and that there’s something wrong with me. Did my creator bring me to life in order for me to suffer? If he did, then he has already succeeded.
In any case, thinking negatively doesn’t help me in any way. Someday, I will prove myself worthy of people’s love. I know I’m worth it, but they don’t know that. That’s why I must show them. Soon, it will be my time to shine. I will always have hope in tomorrow.

I’m supposed to write about the part where the Monster secretly helps and observes Agathe and Felix. Please help me improve it, since my writing is really bad. I always lack detail.