• Journal-
    I wrote to mother today, I wish she were near me. I have caught the dreaded death from hell. Doctors came to our home today, their protective masks scaring my siblings, and making my strong father shutter. It’s bad enough that I know I’m dying, but what’s the point for them to scare my family?! The main doctor with his fancy tools, and thick robe bled me, and tried many ointments on my large sores that are begging to cover my entire body. Nothing worked, and not once did the frightening man show his face, or take off the bird beak mask. I wonder if he’s even a man.. With death surrounding the entire town, people dying everyday, bodies in the sewers, and in the water its no wonder I’m sick. Yet, even now being in bed, knowing my death is coming, I can’t help but feel selfish. I mean, life is so short, and in what life I did have, I did nothing, or gave nothing to world. I’m going out of this world , and I’ll leave no mark. No legacy…nothing. With my skin begging to turn black, and my fingers begging to rot, I know I only have so long. The doctor, or rather man from hell left our pitiful hut, the large number of people that it takes to carry everything left with him as well. It feels nice to be in silence, no one poking me. Or crying from my father, just silence. Pure, lovely silence. Death is death, I don’t believe in the church, and I don’t believe in an after life. When I die, I’ll just be dead. With that, I bid my journal, and the world good night.

    No legacy, or dreams of anything better,
    Adela Ava Bliss