• OTCTOBER 14TH MY BIRTHDAY

    My birthday is supposed to be filled with laughter and cheers for one more year of my life lived. Not people screaming and running from invisible things they can’t see. Everything around me is either dead or dying. Some are still holding on, but barely.
    October 24th, 1347, my 14th birthday. One week ago this all started. The rats came here in bunches off of the ships. It was disgusting, bundle of fur running everywhere. They were attacking people as if they were rabid. Then; I didn’t know what was going on. Now; I do. The rats were going insane, and I don’t blame them. My mom told me those fleas were making everything hectic. I don’t see how 800 people become 600 in a week’s time.
    When the plague hit, people were still walking around on the streets unaware of what was all happening, they were healthy and there were absolutely no tumors on them. A week later (my birthday) and the only people walking on the streets are the ones who’s eye sockets have sunken in, who are vomiting blood, who’s arms and legs are covered with black scabs and blood, who are begging to be let in promising that they haven’t got the plague, and who are dying. Some aren’t dying but they must have a death wish, to be crazy enough to go out onto those streets, it’s suicidal.
    While we were burning herbs, trying to ward off all the ‘evil’ spirits, all we could hear were people howling for their loved ones. We hadn’t boarded our windows and doors yet and through them I saw something that made my eyes fill with tears in an instant. My childhood friend, Penny, was walking around on the streets crying and asking to be let into a home. I asked my mother if we could take her in, but she said no. It was hard to let her say no, we argued for a good while. Two days later I saw her corpse laying on the street in front of my house, where she had been pleading to get into a house. Her body had tumors, blood, and black spots all over her; not to mention all of the fleas and rats eating her. She wasn’t the only person dead on the streets that look like that. There were countless amounts of people, and not only people but animals alike. Lying, dead, on the streets, bleeding, dying, nothing could help them, they were goners. People were kicking out their daughters because they couldn’t keep the families last name, what a stupid reason to kick out a loved one.
    When we boarded up our house that day, we missed on very crucial aspect, food. My mom was worried we wouldn’t make it, which should have been the least of her worries, my dad offered to go around and see if he could find some. He left the house, I thought he would never come back, but he came back two hours later. He had food, bags and bags of it. That night he died. We didn’t see anything coming; he had none of the 3 main symptoms we were used to. He didn’t look anything like Penny did; he would have almost looked peaceful if it weren’t for his twisted face. Right away my mother hurried our family into a different room and boarded up my dad in his room. We never set foot in that room again; which means we never saw my dad again.
    Day after day one more person in our family died. First my dad with the twisted face, then my mom with blood all over her body, my brother Jorey with tumors the size of my fist, my sister France and her black face, all gone within a couple of days. Every day we moved to a new room, and every day we were running out of boards, herbs and food. Only I and Hue were left. Hue was a baby, and I was amazed he lasted that long with the plague around. Most children died within the hour of being exposed to anyone who had the plague. That night I prayed for our safety and well being; that morning Hue died. I woke up to see him throwing up blood. I didn’t want to touch him, so the only thing I could do was watch from a distance. He died 30 minutes after I woke up. The only person in my house left was me, boarded into a single room, trying for safety.
    I didn’t believe in God anymore. Why would someone who loves us do this to us? In my mind there was no Authority who ruled over everyone, it was just one person all alone. I’m growing tired and scared of being alone, and in constant fear of my dying. Sometimes I wish I would die, and just be done with it all. My eyes burn from crying none stop, I hope it’s not one of the symptoms. Everyone that I knew and loved is dead; it felt like my heart was having a heart attack every time I thought about someone I loved. Not only that but even when I thought about where I was and why I was alone, my heart ached. No one should be subjected to that kind of a feeling, ever. Everything happened in two weeks, a week before and after my 14th birthday. If our dad never went out, it never would have come in. It was the last birthday I ever had; it was like a living nightmare.