What happened then

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11/15/2002 (Meredith)
This is Meredith, as I had already written at the top of the page, writing in Claire's journal I decided to write for her because I know how much she loves it and like she says,"If you are going to start something make sure to finish it" so I will pick up where she left off.

I had no idea that she was going to do what she did until I read her recent letters.
I will write down what happened.

Ok, so I was telling her that I would volunteer to go, but she got up and started beating on the door and making as much noise as possible. Then she stopped when she heard heavy footsteps, the door opened and she was gone.

She always said that writing helped her calm down, but it's not helping me.
I mean, I guess it could but not now.

I have been sitting here being worried about her so much. I don't even know if she will be ok. I wish she was back here with me. Now I know how she felt before I came into the room. It's awful, it is a scared, worried, sad, and guilty feeling all in one. I am surprised that she didn't die the first day she came here from all the stress, she was all alone in the dark not knowing where her family was or where I was or what would happen. When I got here I had her with me. I wasn't alone like she was.  I should have gone. I should have never let her go. It is all my fault. Now because of me I seriously do not know what's happening to her.
Now I feel guilt eating me alive. I hope she comes back soon. On her last note she even put "goodbye for now or forever" it honestly feels like I'm dying on the inside. Anyway I will try to get my mind off of it.
Why am I even writing this?
Oh, it's not like anyone will read this. I noticed in previous letters how Claire would write in this as if she was talking to someone. Well I guess, as she had wrote before she wanted to leave it as a clue or for someone to read one day.
I guess I will write for her until she comes back, if she comes back.

I'll try to sleep but that weird feeling is going to eat me alive all night.
I can feel it,
bye.

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