Sep. 22, 2004
Dear Mom,
This is what he meant. The psychic. There was no couple. No adoption. He knew this would happen. The crash. The island. This. All of This.
Love, Claire
Sep. 23, 2004
Dear Mom,
I guess if I'm not going to make friends here, I should start writing to you, to keep myself company. Yesterday, when I saw this little blue notebook just sitting by itself in the sand, I thought of you. How much I miss you. How sorry I am. I miss you. I love you.
Love, Claire
Sep. 24, 2004
Dear Mom,
Not many people here talk to me. It's like they just think I'm a big ball of responsibility. Like they have to take care of me. I can take care of myself. The only ones who have spoken to me were Jack, Hurley, and Charlie, at least I think that's their names. They only talked to me to make sure I was okay. The baby was okay. Not because they wanted to talk to me. I hope rescue comes soon. I've been having contractions. I can't have him on this island. I guess I've decided it's a he. Take care of yourself until I come back.
Love, Claire
Sep. 25, 2004
Dear Mom,
I miss my stomach. That girl, Shannon, she could just lay out in the sun with her swimsuit with no problems. I couldn't do that. I'm fat. I hate my body. I wish I could look like her. That boy I said before, Charlie, has been talking to me. He helps me. Brings me food, brings me water, makes sure I'm safe. He's alone on this island, just like me. Maybe we could be friends someday.
Love, Claire
Sep. 26, 2004
Dear Mom,
Yesterday, I made a bet with Charlie. I have been having cravings for peanut butter, although I know I can't find any on this island. I told him if he could find me a jar of peanut butter, I would move with him to the caves and off this beach. He came to me and started packing all of my bags. After I asked what he was doing, he pulled out an empty jar and pretended to eat it like it was full of peanut butter. I played along and pretended to eat it with him. It was the sweetest and cutest thing anyone has ever done to me before. The rest of the day I just couldn't stop smiling. I like Charlie. I think you would, too.
Love, Claire
