Blood pooling in her mouth, the taste of bitter copper. Her whole body hot, too hot to touch.
Blood covering her eyes, she couldn't see anything. All she wanted was to see the people she came to love so much. She wanted to see the trees and the sky once more, but all she got was a blurry red vision.
Her skin covered in blue and purple bruises. Her lungs closing with the blood. Her blood. Her own body a killer.
She knew she was going to die. Even though everyone told her she wasn't. Their lies dripping from their mouths, their claws scratching her, telling her she was going to live. Telling her she was strong but how they where wrong.
How would they think she was going to get through this?
This was a plague. A plague you couldn't cure. This was the end. When you first got the symptoms you knew you couldn't just die from it. You would suffer every single day until you died. This was what she went through, everyday. Today was the worst and she knew she was at the break of dying. She knew she was going to die today.
Her breath almost gone. She tried to open her eyes again, but she couldn't.
She could, though, hear them.
"It's getting worse."
"I thought she was getting better?"
"It's going be okay."
They didn't know she was wake. Hearing all of them. Just as she was wake and sitting with them. The only thing that was the same was her hearing. Even if everything else wouldn't work, she could still hear. It was a curse.
This plague upon us.
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A Plague Upon Us
Teen FictionHighest achievement: #3 in Cottage Their Breaths cold, Their bodies warm. It came slowly, and left destruction. We didn't know how it came, but we knew how it destroyed our family's, our friends and our country. Soon it would be our lives, fi...
