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Dear Unloving Diary

Dear Unloving Diary,

The Black Death. When some people hear this they think of a dark figure taking your life and either sending you to heaven or the unforgiving pits of hell, but others know the truth about what the black death really is, a plague. A plague that started from a single flea bite, causing boils to form all over your body. Yes, it hurts at the start, but as you draw closer and closer to death it starts to feel numb. I feel numb. There is blood all around me. I'd rather be put down like a rabid dog than be put through the upcoming torture. The pain that is to come terrifies me. I've seen my next door neighbour go through this. I heard her blood chilling screams, echoing off the walls, filling my head with fear. Then, after many long days and nights, they stopped. Her screaming had stopped. I knew that she had withered away, gone from the world, just as I will do in the end. The blood around me is thickening by the second. My vision is starting to blur. I will tell you one thing before I'm gone from this lifetime, run. Run away from my body, my blood, before you catch it. You don't want it and you don't need it. Run before it's too late. This is where I stay and say my goodbyes. Goodbye to my dear little brother, the only survivor so far. I hope you are able to live through all of this and carry our family's memory with you. Live the life you are meant to live. Goodbye.

Love,

Sylvia.

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I wrote this in history when we were meant to write about the black death. I wanted to add a bit more to the first couple of sentences and it eventually turned into a diary entry. I posted it because I know that there is are cases of Ebola going around and innocent people are dying. I just want to spread the awareness about this disease, cause we all don't want a repeat of the Black Death. BUT SELF HARM AND SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!!!!
~via