ILLNESS

the beginning

She is laying there. In a pile of her own blood. A black thick liquid poured out from her eyes and holes on her body. It was disgusting. My own mother had died in front of me, and all I truly remember from this triagic experience was the pain she was in. She screamed and struggled in pain for an hour.

Now she is dead. My dad said she was sick and would get better soon, that bastard! I knew he was lying. I knew the holes on my mother's body was not some kind of flue. That man, I'll choke him when I see him. I heard his car stopping outside our house. He came in with a smile that quickly turned around when he saw his son sitting on the floor next to his dead mother with tears in his eyes. I got up quickly and before he got to say anything I screamed in his face

"How could you! You lied to me, you said she was sick! Not dying!" My dad took a step back and looked at me. "I went to the doctor. When I told him how she was feeling he looked at me as if it was the end of the world."

My dad explained everything to me. I cried even more when he told me they would close the town like no one could get in or out. That meant I couldn't meet my best friend that lives an hour away from town. I quickly fumbled up my phone and called him. We made a promise. His dad was the boss of this "experiment" he said he would get the antidote, no matter what.

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(i hope it will make sense in the end)

(chapter 2. the beginning)