The Moth Diaries Page #5

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Why would you let Ernessa

see her?

- Lucy asked to see her.

Now Ernessa can't visit her

either.

- Well, she's my best friend.

It's not fair.

- Lucy has taken a turn

for the worse.

The doctors don't think

she'll last the next few days.

She's so weak.

- No, l-

I have to see her.

I have to say good-bye.

I have to.

- It's out of the question.

Only family members

are allowed to visit.

Oh!

You disrespectful child!

- You, me, Lucy?

It would be better if we never

saw each other again.

I'll give her up

if you just keep away from her.

- Have you ever considered

how much we look alike?

- Miss Johnson,

the nurse...

- Lucy.

- She would bring me

all this green Jell-O.

- Lucy?

- Look, she's back.

And she's so much better.

- Doctors think I'm a miracle.

- Can I talk to you

about something?

- Of course.

- Look, I know what happened

with Dora and Miss Bobbie

made everybody pretty crazy.

- It'll calm down.

Eventually, the school

will get back to normal.

- No, it won't,

because the person

who's doing this

hasn't finished yet.

She still has one more victim.

It's the one she came for.

The others,

they just got in her way.

- I'm-I'm sorry?

- The girl I told you about,

Ernessa Bloch?

- The next victim is who?

- Lucy Blake.

- Why are you saying this?

- Because this time,

Lucy won't make it

to the hospital.

- Rebecca, you know

what you're saying

can't possibly be true.

- Lucy got better when

the doctors banned all visitors.

She got better because Ernessa

couldn't get to her.

Ernessa won't let that

happen again.

- Listen, Rebecca.

I understand.

This has been a difficult year

for you.

You're still coming to terms

with what happened

to your father,

but you can't blame it all

on Ernessa.

- It is Ernessa.

Why can't anyone else

see that?

- Rebecca.

You're too young for all these

morbid thoughts.

- Lucy?

I know you're getting

sick again.

I'm worried.

I need to call your mom.

- I'm not sick.

Really, I'm not sick.

It's something else.

- Don't you want your mom

to come get you?

- No, you can't call her.

She'd come right away,

in the middle of the night.

- Lucy, I just don't understand

why you won't let me help.

- That's because

you just want to believe

that I'm still the old Lucy.

It's sad.

You don't care about the new me,

the real Lucy.

You don't even want

to know her.

- This is all Ernessa's fault.

She's turned you against me.

That's why you're saying this.

- Why do you want to blame her

for everything?

- Because she is to blame

for everything.

- No, no.

- If she hadn't come here

this year,

we would have had

a great year.

Don't you see she's ruined

everything for me?

God, I hate her so much.

I'd kill her

if I had the chance.

- Don't talk like that.

It's sick.

- Look at yourself.

Tell me you don't look sick.

You can barely stand up.

- Look at yourself.

Just leave me alone, please.

I can't stand having you

around me all the time,

wanting me only for yourself.

You're a f***ing drag.

You pull me down

with all your pain.

- You never said anything.

I'll never speak to her again.

Never.

Lucy?

Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy.

Oh, Lucy, Lucy.

What happened?

Lucy.

Lucy, don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

Lucy, please!

Please don't leave me, please!

Please!

- I know how hard Lucy's death

must have been for you.

Thank you for coming to see me,

Rebecca.

- The school made me.

- They're concerned about you.

They think you have some

unresolved feelings

about your father.

Can you tell me a little

about his death?

- He slit his wrists.

Both of them.

- Did you see him?

- I was kept away.

- Let's talk about

the conversation

you had the other day

with Mr. Davies.

You don't really believe

what you said

about that other girl,

do you?

- Mr. Davies talked to you?

He told you what I said?

- He talked to Miss Rood.

Obviously, he was concerned.

- Wordsworth's lyrical ballads.

Anybody heard of them?

Dad?

Daddy?

- Books won't save you.

Your writing won't save you.

The past won't save you.

Mr. Davies won't save you.

Daddy can't save you.

- My father wanted to save me.

He loved me.

I know he did.

- He's the one who caused you

all this trouble

in the first place.

- You're wrong.

The good things I remember

about my father,

the walks we took,

the fairy tales he read to me,

they all really happened.

- He read you other fairy tales

that you forgot.

My mother,

she butchered me

My father, he ate me

My sister,

little Anne-Marie

She gathered up

the bones of me

And tied them

in a silken cloth

To lay under the juniper

Tweet, tweet

What a pretty bird am I

It's time to free yourself.

- September 5th, 1907.

Tea on the lawn

at the Brangwyn Hotel.

We had picnics

and played croquet.

My mother recovered,

but I never did.

I kept my face composed,

but inside,

my thoughts screamed.

My father's voice kept

calling to me,

"There's nothing

for you here."

One day, I filled the bath

with warm water.

It was less painful there.

By the time

the water turned red,

I could no longer see.

- Ernessa died here,

and she wants me

to die here too.

I'm the one she came for.

It was me all along.

- Get another ladder

over here!

Let's get another unit

around the back.

Check for hot spots.

- Rebecca.

You'd better come with me.

Your mother is waiting for you

at the police station.

They need to ask you

some questions.

- They're suspicious of me,

but I'm not afraid.

They will find the ashes

of her trunk in the basement,

but they won't find a body.

Ernessa's gone,

and she's not coming back.

I set us both free.

Can you open the window

just a little?

- Sure.

- One-track mind

like a goldfish

Stuck inside my Petri dish

I can't breathe,

and I can't smile

This better

be worth my while

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get,

the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

Looking for the golden light

Oh, it's a reasonable

sacrifice

Burn, burn, burn bright

Burn, burn, burn bright

Forgo family, forgo friends

That's how it started,

how it ends

I can't open up and cry

'Cause I've been silent

all my life

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get,

the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

Looking for the golden light

Oh, it's a reasonable

sacrifice

Shine

Looking for the golden light

Oh, it's a reasonable

sacrifice

Sacrifice

I feel numb most of the time

The lower I get,

the higher I'll climb

And I will wonder why

I got dark only to shine

And I'll light up the sky

Stars that burn

the brightest

Fall so fast

and pass you by

Puff like empty lighters

Shine, and I'll light up

the sky

Stars that burn

the brightest

Fall so fast

and pass you by

Spark like empty lighters

Dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum

Dum, da-dum, da-dum

Dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum

Dum, da-dum, da-dum

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