Hoping for the best

How it all happen

It hall started 2 years ago when things started going wrong. People in my family started to get sick one after another. Something that my mother said when they leave it's always in pairs of three. The horrible thing consumed the life out of them along with the happiness of everyone around. People had to learn to stay goodbye even though it was in front of a grave. The closest relative of mine manage to survive even though they seem dead inside. Someone that loved me so much because I looked like his mother. Odd thing to say to someone that was barely a teen. I hated death but now it seemed that death hated me. He took people that I love and laughed in my face waiting for it's next victim to come in place. The next one was marked it was wise and choose my mother. It is unclear if the mission will be a success but I know that she will try her best.
I'm getting a head of myself at this point but I have a large family and she was the leader of the herd.
I really leaving school to go to funerals and even during break I told my friends I was going out of town but I never said it was to visit someone's new grave.
I never really had friends so the ones I had loved me and cared but I never said anything because it wasn't their job to worry. I tried but they brushed it off fast and quick saying " don't worry too much everything works out in the end" with a bright smile and the subject is changed. It's okay I know but it's not something easy to talk about especially when it seems like our life's are about to being so why speak about the end.
Today I got the news it is the beginning of winter. Funny thing is that raining will start pouring tomorrow and it is not just my tears. I have no reaction to anything . It seems like a dream because it's really hard to believe. That someone who has done good all her life will have her blessing taken away with a knife. So little what she owned but she might lose her little home. Not that many people know because my mother doesn't know how to tell them. Only me and the other older one my brother and my father. He is always gone working for him and my mother. He tries his best but they say it meaning nothing with an absent father. People here and and all around people a quick to judge so it's better not to make a sound. I believe we are living this place and moving in with my grandfather. It's gonna be funny because he will call me his mother. He use to live with his wife but lost the Battle. It was not a bad one because she left in peace but we have other family support here so it's better. Since the day of my grandmas death he has been asking us to live with him and now we are taking up the offer. I feel bad but now he won't be lonely . He will be happy until he learns about what is happening to my mother.
We aren't rich but we had a nice house it was about the size of my grandfather or maybe a little smaller. I am used to sharing a room so things will be okay living here. So I think but come with me to face this awful thing to call an adventure....
see you soon
- the unknown writer