It's Only Me

November 14th, 2016-

No one knows how this happened or why, but I won't stop until I find that out, no matter what it takes. I start to search the empty attic that I am laying on and trying to catch a breath, as I find a crack in the ground, opening up at the hole in my bedroom roof. I look at the room, and I see my parents photo on my bedside table, and the diary that they gave me two birthdays ago, when I turned thirteen. I look at the book and it reminds me of the day that I got it.

September 17th, 2015-

Today, I got a diary, I love my mom and dad. They are always there for me when I need them. They were being weirder than usual like they knew that something was going to happen, something weird, and something bad, like a cat before an earthquake, but I think that they are just being crazy and overprotective because, aren't all parents? Anyway, today we went to the store and bought a lot of food, bottled water, and this, this book, my diary. I still don't know why my parents wanted me to have a diary, but I felt as if I was about to find out why. This is going to be interesting.

September 18th, 2015-

What do normal people write in diaries? I don't think it is the stuff that I am about to say, or well, write. Today when we were putting our food in the basement (why the basement? I don't know) my parents went off on another shopping trip to get more food, this time, I didn't go but my little sister did. Then, an alarm started going off I didn't know what to do, so I turned on the television, and on all the channels, they all said the same thing "Nowhere is safe, your only hope is to get to a nearby place, and get to the lowest point that you can find, the end is coming...are you prepared?" After that, the television went black. I picked up my phone off the counter, dead, I tried the home phone,dead, everything was dead I had no hope, but I still might have more hope than my family, which scares me the most. Just then, the lights went out unexpectedly, and I looked out the window to my neighbor's house their power was out as well. Then I started to glance around the whole neighborhood nothing was working and everyone's electricity went out at the same time, a world round power outage. Right then I knew, there was no hope.

September 19th, 2015-

Today, I heard a huge scream coming from outside, I look out the window, and I see a mother with her children outside, and all of their heads were blown up like balloons, until they popped, I would rather not write down the gruesome details, but it was bad. Green looking gases escaped from their heads, then I knew, I knew why I could not leave my home, why I could not open a window, why nothing was working. The world was coming to an end, a slow, painful, end. I had no hope, no family, no contact to the outside world, and no way of getting out.

September 20th, 2015-

My sister's birthday is coming up on the 28th, I miss her, I hope that she is still alive, and I hope that I see her beautiful face again. My sister was always prettier than me, no matter what I told her...she was. She was also talented, oh so talented. She was an amazing artist, beautiful singer, really good at makeup, and she had so many friends, way more than I ever had, every month she would have another guy that liked her, and now I think that her whole school loves her and maybe thinks that she is some kind of ruler, but even if she was, I know that she wouldn't take control, she's better than that, she never put herself first, she would always be thinking of other people.That might end up hurting her in the future, because what if there is a life or death situation? If there was another person, even if they look like they are already about to kick the bucket (if you know what I mean) she would save them and end up killing herself, just by saving another person, what am I talking about, of course she would, she would probably even save a helpless animal. I hope that she is okay, I would hate myself if something happened to her, but with her not with me, I'm afraid that something already did happen to her, and with what I have been thinking, I think that might be true, and I don't think that I can handle the truth. Not now, not yet.