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[She taps her pen against the journal a few times, contemplating on what to write.] I guess it's weird. We're given these journals to use and I don't think anyone actually uses it as a journal. I guess that makes sense since we all use it to communicate instead but doesn't it defeat the purpose of calling it a journal? [She taps her pen again, leaving small dots across the page.] Maybe I should use mine as one once in a while.
[Bella waits and doesn't write for a minute until she decides on what she wants to write.] Christmas is coming. By then, I'll have been here for almost five months. Five... It doesn't seem like that long. I guess I'm lucky, getting a break in between by getting to go home for a while. I'm not sure if I want to go home any more. I mean I do! [She switches to dictating now, dropping the pen against the journal.] I miss Charlie and....I want to know my Mom again. But I don't really want to die. I mean I don't die but I'm not.... [A huff, sigh, then she pauses.] This place makes every thing complicated. Not just deciding between wanting to be alive and human or not but....but them too. No matter what, I know I'll hurt one or both of them. [She pauses.] Now I see why no one else would use these.
(JAKE)
I need to
Are you
So what are
I think I'm
....Hey
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So I guess Christmas is next, isn't it?
[She taps her pen against the journal a few times, contemplating on what to write.] I guess it's weird. We're given these journals to use and I don't think anyone actually uses it as a journal. I guess that makes sense since we all use it to communicate instead but doesn't it defeat the purpose of calling it a journal? [She taps her pen again, leaving small dots across the page.] Maybe I should use mine as one once in a while.
[Bella waits and doesn't write for a minute until she decides on what she wants to write.] Christmas is coming. By then, I'll have been here for almost five months. Five... It doesn't seem like that long. I guess I'm lucky, getting a break in between by getting to go home for a while. I'm not sure if I want to go home any more. I mean I do! [She switches to dictating now, dropping the pen against the journal.] I miss Charlie and....I want to know my Mom again. But I don't really want to die. I mean I don't die but I'm not.... [A huff, sigh, then she pauses.] This place makes every thing complicated. Not just deciding between wanting to be alive and human or not but....but them too. No matter what, I know I'll hurt one or both of them. [She pauses.] Now I see why no one else would use these.
(JAKE)
I need to
Are you
So what are
I think I'm
....Hey
----
So I guess Christmas is next, isn't it?