Hourglass

0. Prologue (back story)

     Every year since 3000, something bad happened. Three years ago, 3027, the bubonic plague came back in Europe. It was worse than in 1735. Back then, the plague killed over 25 million people. In 3027, the plague lasted for about a year. It killed over 3 billion people, and is still killing. Now think of all of that— but add two more years. That is how the population grew smaller and smaller.
     There was a war last year. It is called The Suicide War by those who experienced the plague. When someone got the plague, most of the time someone else that was really close to them would commit suicide. Most people would do that so they wouldn't catch the
incurable disease. 2.5 billion people had died in a year from committing suicide, afraid of getting it, but it's not like you could run away from it, either. Every where you go, someone will have the plague. That is how scared people were, and still are. It's amazing, how so many human beings can die of suicide in a year, let alone a terminal illness.
     The plague is almost gone, but more than 5 million people still have it, or are going to have it. I've lost most of my family to both the plague and suicide. I lost my Father, Aunt and Uncle, all five of my cousins, and one of my sisters. I had two sisters and one brother. My sister, Ash, is the eldest at age nineteen. I lost my twin sister when we were fourteen, two years ago. And as for my brother, Connor, he's only a year older than me. My Father committed suicide after my sister died from the plague, and my mother has been sick with depression. My two older siblings and I have had to take care of her for the past three years, ever since her parents died from the plague.
     My name is Londyn. People usually describe me as sweet, or light hearted. Honestly, I feel like the more you know me, the harder it is to really understand me. I mean, I don't even know who I am, deep down inside. I can describe myself as, witty, outgoing or brave, but is that truly me? I've been trying to figure myself out my whole life, but I've never been able to actually figure it out. My whole life, I've wasted time standing in front of a mirror, and asking myself one question.

"Who am I?"