The Moth Diaries Page #2

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Get back up and I do it,

do it again

- Whoo!

- So how's Mr. Davies' class?

- She has a huge crush on him.

And he's just lapping it up.

It's sickening.

- Jealous much?

He's actually really cool.

Hey, why don't you switch?

- No, I like the Romantic poets.

- I thought you hated poetry.

- No, I just never read

the right stuff.

You know, Ernessa says

poetry is the purest

of all the arts.

- Ernessa?

- She's incredibly smart.

She's gonna help me

with my German.

She speaks it perfectly.

I'm just gonna go say hi.

Hey.

What are you reading?

- It's a book I found

in the library.

Sit down.

- What's it called?

- It's called...

- Slow emotion

- Hey, did you hear anything

last night?

- No.

Why? Did you?

- I thought I saw Ernessa

pacing back and forth

under our window,

and she was in her bare feet.

It was kind of weird

and creepy.

- She has trouble sleeping.

So what?

- You don't think

it's kind of strange?

- She has issues.

Stuff with her family.

She's a nice person

if you give her a chance.

- I'm sorry to interrupt.

I usually use this room.

I didn't know

you played the piano.

- I hardly ever play anymore.

- You play so well.

How do you do that

without looking at the music?

- My father was a musician.

I inherited everything

from him,

just as you did

from your father.

- I didn't inherit anything

from my father.

- Are you sure?

- I'll find another room.

It's wonderful here, Daddy.

- I wanted to show you

this place.

- It's so beautiful.

- It's always peaceful here.

- I've missed our walks

so much.

I thought I would never

see you again.

- Don't be so sad, Rebecca.

I'm always here.

- I love you, Daddy.

- Thank you for joining us,

Rebecca.

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

We're just talking

about CarmiIIa.

Now, with Carmilla,

we are looking at

one of the originators

of the Gothic tale,

20 years before Bram Stoker

wrote Dracula,

and I think it's fair to say,

it influenced him greatly.

All right, let's talk about

the character of Carmilla.

A mysterious stranger

comes from the West

and begins to take over

the narrator, Laura.

- "Sometimes

with gloating eyes,

"she drew me to her,

"and her hot lips

"traveled along

my cheeks in kisses,

"and she would whisper,

almost in sobs,

"'You are mine.

You shall be mine.

You and I are one forever.'"

- That lavender bath oil

feels so good.

- I know.

I can smell it from here.

- What are you reading?

- CarmiIIa.

It's for Mr. Davies' class.

- What's it about?

- Hey.

- You know,

it's Gothic fiction.

- You're burning red.

How do you stand such hot water

on your skin?

- We always take hot baths

before bedtime.

It's relaxing.

- So I've brought us

a list of verbs to conjugate.

Let's start with baden,

to bathe.

- Baden.

- Mm-hmm.

Beginnen.

- Beginnen.

I'll show you how far I got.

- "The vampire is prone

to be fascinated

"by particular persons.

"With an engrossing vehemence

resembling the passion of love,

"it will never desist until

it has satiated its passion

and drained the very life

of its coveted victim."

- Hello.

- Do you have a minute?

- Of course.

Here you go.

Please.

- Um, it's about Carmilla.

- Okay.

- If she's in love with Laura,

then why does she want

to destroy her?

- Well, I don't know

that she wants to destroy her.

She wants to control her.

The vampire's

a very lonely figure.

Carmilla wants a companion

in her existence.

She wants someone

to be all hers, forever.

- But why does Laura want

to be friends with someone

who's so obviously evil?

- I suppose she's been

hypnotized in some way.

Remember, the vampire needs

the consent of the victim.

- The vampire needs

the victim's consent?

- Yes-

well, in a way.

Remember, in Dracula,

he can only enter

if the victim

leaves the window open.

- It's Lucy's fault

for being such a weak person.

- Lucy?

- No, I mean Laura.

It's Laura's fault.

- Mm, in a way.

- Thank you.

It's been a big help.

Hey, Lu, do you have

the shoe polish?

Did you get new shoes?

I don't think those are allowed,

are they?

- These are Ernessa's.

- And why are you cleaning them?

- She doesn't know how.

She's never had to polish

her own shoes.

- It's really not that hard.

I'm sure she could do it

if she tried.

She never eats.

Have you noticed?

- What?

- Ernessa, she never eats

anything, ever.

- Maybe she's anorexic.

- Remember Annie Patterson

last year?

Her face looked like a skull,

and she still wouldn't eat.

- I just don't think

that'll ever be my problem.

- When you lose

that much weight,

your body can't even

keep itself warm,

and you begin to grow fuzz

all over your arms.

You can see it when they stand

against the light.

They call it "the glow."

Does Ernessa glow?

- No, and I don't think

she's starving herself.

Look at her.

She has a perfect body.

But if you think

she has anorexia,

you could just go up to her

and feel her arms.

- This is really f***ing stupid.

- Sorry.

- Whoa.

- She's too sensitive.

- What a way to start a morning.

Do you think Ernessa's

hooking up with someone

at Langley College?

- A boy?

No way.

- She's slipping out at night.

- What do you mean?

- I heard her door open

last night.

And she didn't come back in,

at least not until after

I fell asleep.

- Really?

- It's happened before too.

- Weirdo.

Maybe she goes out to score.

- In the middle of the night,

go into town?

- Let's follow her.

See where she goes,

what she gets up to.

- Can you see anything?

- I don't know.

- It's f***ing freezing.

What does Ernessa do out here?

- She watches us sleep.

Hey, you know when you see

the school from here,

you can totally imagine

what it looked like

back when it was a hotel.

Guests drinking tea

on the lawn.

- When I see the school

from here,

I think about how easy

it would be

to just walk out.

- Well, I don't see Ernessa,

and it's cold.

Come on, let's go,

before the caretaker

creeps on us.

- Dora, wait up.

- What are you doing?

- Come on.

- Deanndra,

comment for short skirt.

Charlotte, third comment

for messy hair.

Detention.

Rebecca,

comment for dirty shoes.

And Mrs. Rood needs to see you

in her study now.

- How can she give

wardrobe advice?

It's like we're in,

like, duty.

- When I was a little girl,

the farmers said that

a nosebleed

was a sign of good luck.

You really shouldn't be sad

about these

cheap, sentimental things.

I feel like sweeping them all

into a pile on the floor.

- That's cruel.

Mrs. Rood lost her husband.

She needs these things

to go on living.

- I don't need things

to remember my father.

- Neither do l.

Before Ernessa came here,

I was getting better.

I was happy.

Now all the darkness

has come flooding back.

It's like she's invading

my mind.

Even when I'm alone,

I can't escape her.

There's this disgusting smell

that comes from her room:

sickly sweet but rotten.

Why doesn't anyone else

notice it?

Lucy?

I haven't seen you all day.

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