Frights (Scary Stories)

6. O' Eternal Sickness

1/7/1990
Good evening journal. Well to call it a good evening would be a lie. The weather today has been terrible, snows have covered the roads. But that doesn't matter to my boss, because he still makes me come to work. It could be worse, though. Some people have to drive in it where I nearly have to walk to the subway station and aboard it. I wish I could afford a vehicle. When you're a child, adults tell you to be whatever you want to be when you grow up. What they don't tell you is how much you have to pay to get there. If I had the money I wouldn't be cleaning up others messes, and being a personal assistant. Instead, I would be pilot. I've loved to fly ever since my mom and I used to go on vacations when I was a kid. The freeness of the sky welcomes me with open arms, but it doesn't matter. I have the job I have and I might as well do a good job at it. I almost forgot to write, something strange happened to me this evening. On the subway ride home I saw a man. But something was off about this man, he wasn't right. There are a lot of people hooked on drugs in NYC, but this was different. He was sick. His eyes were blank and a substance was dripping from his mouth. And the tips of his shoes had blood on them. Maybe I'm being over dramatic, but there was something wrong, I know it. Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/8/1990
Good evening journal. Once again another bad day, this time it wasn't the snow. My head has been pounding all day, I thought I was going to fall in my place at work today. I don't know what's wrong with me, I felt fine before going to sleep last night. May have to stay home tomorrow and try to get better, if my boss lets me that is. If he doesn't let me he's just going to have to deal with it. Uno has been keeping me company, him and his fluffy self. I'm still trying to figure out what was wrong with that man I met on the train yesterday. The more I thought of it, the more I scared myself. I mean, that wasn't a common cold. Maybe some hot soup will clear my gloomy mind. Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/9/1990
Good evening journal. I guess I'll have to stop writing Good evening at the beginning of every entry I do, because it's been anything but. My headache is gone, that's good. But instead of a headache this morning I woke up with my whole face extremely dry, even my lips. I called out from work. The thought of people seeing me this way makes me sick. I'll go to the doctor tomorrow because my face is terrible. What am I going through? Is this something brought on by menopause? Surely I'm not going through it already. Whatever it is, it better be treatable. To be honest, I'm scared. But who wouldn't be when you go through all of this and don't know why. I'll spend the rest of the day at home since I do not want anyone seeing my face like this. Even my dog looks disturbed by me. Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/10/1990
My hairs gone. My fucking hair is gone. Most of it at least. I woke up this morning and got a shower. It started falling out when I was washing it with shampoo. I've used that shampoo for years so I know it wasn't that. And yes, I did go to the doctor. He's absolutely clueless. Useless motherfucker. He didn't even put me on anything! He said he'll look into it and get back with me. What are the doctors for if they do absolutely nothing to help you when you need it. I've also been irritable. And yes I know that everyone's irritable at time, but I've never been. I've always had the longest patience of anyone known to me. No need in blaming whatever's going on with me for the irritability. Anyone would be irritable, anyone would be as furious as I am for going through this shit. For example, I've never hit my dog, never laid a hand on the fucker. But today he wouldn't stop barking, he would not shut up no matter how much I told him to. He wasn't even barking at anything just barking at the air. So I finally had enough and hit him. My mind is lost in the sky. I'm absolutely baffled as to what is happening to me. Writing out of anger isn't going to help my case, sorry. I guess I'll be wearing a beanie or a hat from now on. Till tomorrow goodbye.
1/11/1990
My boss threatens to fire me. He threatened to fire me today. He called and said if my ass didn't get to work I wouldn't have work to go to. Even after I told him my situation he was still being an asshole. Does the fucker not have any remorse for anyone but him sorry self. He acts like we all don't know why he's really angry on the inside. The same reason he had to resort cheating on his wife to get any action in his sorry life. Besides that rant, I think I'm getting better. My skin isn't as dry, headache is gone, hair still gone too of course. Maybe I just caught a virus, it is winter after all. But hell, I did more for myself than that sorry doctor did. Some people just shouldn't have the jobs they have. My dog has been acting strange too. Like yesterday when I hit him, which I am sorry for, he was barking at the air. Now he won't eat anything and patches of his hair are falling out. Maybe the shampoo I used last week have him an allergic reaction. Whatever it I hope it passes. Hoping is really all there is to do, not like anyone else has been any help to me. Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/12/1990
Just when it couldn't get any worse. Just when it couldn't get any fucking worse. Woke up in bed this morning with my toes killing me. Opened the covers and looked at them to find my toenails had all fallen out. My family has never had good luck with feet in the past but this is something unlike anything. Oh it doesn't stop there. Went to get a shower, started crying in the shower, then more of my hair came out. Still no call from the doctor. Am I going to die? Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/13/1990
I've figured it out. I finally figured out what's wrong with me. The man on the subway had something and I'm the lucky person to get it from him. It all makes sense. There were more people on the train than me and him. What if they have it too? I've been praying throughout the day today. Though religion has never really been my thing, it seems like it's the only thing providing closure. If prayers work for everyone else, surely they'll work for me. I need to go to the grocery store but I don't want to leave my house. No one should have to see me like this. Almost forgot to mention, my boss called and fired me today. Not that it really matters anymore. Honestly by this point death doesn't seem so bad. Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/14/1990
Please make it stop god almighty. It's difficult to write. I can't do this anymore. Uno is dead. When I awoke in the middle of the night I tripped over something, turned on the light to see his body lying on the ground. His tongue hung out of his mouth and his body was limp. His body's in the bathtub, I didn't know where else to take him. He will be missed, at least he won't have to see me this way anymore. Not even I want to see myself this way anymore. A voice has been talking in the back of my head all day. Whether it's my own thoughts or something else I don't know. What I do know is listening to what it's saying is bad. Very bad. Till tomorrow, goodbye.
1/15/1990
Oh, how ignorant I have been! I've turned my back to this eternal illness all along when it's really been trying to help me! It's God. God has gifted me with this illness. Well to call it a illness would be totally wrong. It's a miracle! He's been the voice in my head all along, I know it. He's been telling me that I am his, along with others. We are his. Everything my body has been going through is him preparing me for rebirth. Rebirth into a new world. A new form of this world I should say. Where only people like me shall roam, and I know there are quite a few. My hair and nails falling out is my body's way of getting rid of all the dead on my body so it will be completely new! I'll be here till the end of times! I have to hide, though I will be back! We will be back. You are coming with me, though I won't be able to greet you again till I wake. What a wonderful journey this will be! Till then, goodbye!

1/7/2090
Good evening journal.