Chapter 21 - The Documentation.

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Sophia noticed the book that Charlotte had brought with her. The front and back cover of the book was made of brown leather, she noticed a gold piece on the front of the cover. It was engraved with Charlotte's name. Sophia decided to take a look at the journal, she looked to her left and right to make sure no one was around.

Sophia then sat down on the couch and flipped the journal open. Sophia glanced at the glass door, the ground hasn't been repaired yet. They had to file paperwork for the estate and the repairs. Sophia then looked back at the journal and noticed that there were doodles of the three of them. Charlotte, Emma, and herself.

It's August 19th, 2038, it's my first day trapped in this horrible room. Well, all I can say is that I'm not feeling the greatest. They gave me this to document my experience here, yesterday August 18, 2038. My necklace took all the energy away from my reserves and left me a little left. Which is life-threatening because I use that energy to somewhat survive and keep the necklace under control.

I'm left weakened and in a terrible state. For all I know, I'm here to experience isolation. There's been a study on isolation and how it can affect humans and their brains. Humans are hardwired to be social and have connections. Well, that can't happen to me, because people are walking in and out of my room. Back to isolation and humans for a long moment, social isolation and no human contact can have its risks. I read an article about it, to say the least, and I was curious.

I wanted to know what the brain can do if a human is isolated. I didn't expect to read the article, and I found out that the brain can do bizarre things. Almost saying that isolation can warp the mind. In extreme situations is what I'm saying, not just being isolated for a week or two! I've discovered that the brain can cause hallucinations when humans are isolated. Forced or extended sensory deprivation can lead to extreme anxiety, hallucinations, bizarre thoughts, temporary senselessness, and depression.

I was surprised to learn that, either way, I drew a small picture of me, Sophia, and Emma. Because I miss them both, I'm not sure if anyone will find this or if I'll take it with me. But so that you know, please return this to Hugo and Christiana Winslow. Well, I'm fed and allowed to drink water. But they don't allow me to do it by myself because they fear that I'm going to use martial arts...? I'm only allowed to go out with supervision.

It sucks but I'll have to deal with it. Alright, I'm not going to write anymore since I want to preserve the lead on this pencil. - Charlotte Eleanor Winslow-Castro.

Sophia was surprised to learn the information that Charlotte had written down on the paper. "She sure is smart," Sophia said she always thought that Charlotte was smart and this first documentation proved it. Sophia noticed the next day, which was August 20, 2038. She read what the journal said.

It's August 20th, 2038. I'm still here in this depressing room, can't escape now, can I? Well, there's something new, there are guards outside my windows, making sure I don't escape. But they leave, and they go guard the museum making sure nobody steals the artifacts that I found. (They did give me credit though!)

And now, they don't have guard dogs. I think once... When I was younger a guard dog bit me and I started to cry. I was playing with it and then it randomly bit me, and my parents took me to the hospital. To make sure that the dog didn't secretly have rabies. The dog didn't have rabies nor did the bite that it gave me had or traces of rabies.

I have an unpopular opinion on 25682 and 68765. I think they would make a perfect couple, why? Do you ask? I have some really good evidence. (I think so...) 25682 and 68765 are always together, they always share. They're always seen together, and they comfort each other. Which means they are destined to be together. I hope that happens because I want to see my friends happy with each other.

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