Quarantine

Death gets us all

My cravings for Haleigh are getting worse. I need to hold her in my arms. I need to kiss her lips. I need her to be here with me. But she'd die and I can't have that. I'd rather die than lose her. Andrea has lost her joking attitude and I'm starting to lose mine. Things are too dire for jokes but I'm trying to keep things lively. It doesn't work anymore. I just told Andrea a joke and she didn't even smile. I just lost my will to joke.

I'm alone. Cassie, Taylor, and Andrea all went to the bathroom. So now I'm alone with my thoughts. Alysa and her gang of lackeys don't make things better. She's always trying to say some shit. I keep my mouth shut tho. I'm not trying to get myself killed. My mind is racing with horrible thoughts. Thoughts of murder, thoughts of suicide, thoughts of death in general. Death gets us all. We're just prolonging the inevitable. Everyone dies someday. I start to chant "Death gets us all." Over. And over. And over. And OVER. Until... I just stop. I sit in silence. I look to my right, the other three saw it all. They've never seen me this bad. I stand up and walk away.

It doesn't take long for Cassie to find me. She just sits beside me and rubs my back. We sit in silence for a while. She leaves when Hale calls me. I answer and Hale just lights up, "Hiiiiiiii!" I smile a little and respond, "Hi princess. Do you miss me? Cuz I sure miss you." She nods and starts telling me which of her stuffed animals also miss me. I can't help but smile at her cuteness. But suddenly, there's a scream near me. I see a hooded figure run from the direction Cassie went. I rush that direction and look on in horror as my sister grips her knife wound. "NOOOOOO," I rush to her, "It's ok Speedy. It's ok. You'll be ok. SOMEONE HELP US! PLEASE, SOMEONE!" She pats my head and softly says, "It's ok... Bubby... It's..." Silence. Her hand drops. I sit there, holding my lifeless sister in my hands, crying silently. Mr. Beatty rushes over to our location and gasps. He tries to pull me off but I start screaming, "NO! DON'T TOUCH HER! DON'T TOUCH MY SISTER!" I sat there, holding my lifeless sister, crying loudly. Death gets us all.