Today, 10th October, '17
I don't really know where to begin. Things have been so crazy, so implausible that I haven't had a moment just to step back and write. So I'll just do my best and gather my thoughts enough to at least say something:
Not just for myself, but for my family; for everyone. I'm afraid that the world is ending.
That's not just some overreaction, but like I'm legitimately worried. There has been all sorts of weird events going on around the world the past few days. We all thought it was just the sickness that had been spreading, but things have been so much worse.
Half the world has had major earthquakes, heavy storms, flooding, or worse. And so many people who had the mystery flu just suddenly dropped over dead. I don't just mean like a few thousands. I'm talking like...millions. Maybe even billions. I don't know, nobody knows yet. The news stations can only keep updated so much and they don't have any clue what is happening either.
I'm probably not making much sense, but I can't collect my thoughts. How could I?
Someone said something about heading into the city, but they weren't sure. I'm just worried about my parents, and my brother. And my friends. But they're in no shape to go anywhere. Heck, Dad is the only one who's even able to still get up out of bed. Mom and Jason have just been sleeping a lot, in between bouts of throwing up.
The internet stopped working a few days ago, so I can't even look up ways to try and help them. And I can't find out what else is happening outside of our little bubble. People are panicking all over the country, and the world. They want answers, but nobody seems to know what is happening. And everyone else has either died or is close to dying. I don't want my parents to die. I don't want anyone to die.
Someone on TV said that they think the entire coast line might break off into the ocean. I want to run, but where are we supposed to go? I just don't know what to do. I guess all I can do is be strong, and help Dad take care of the others. I'll have to take care of him too. I'm not sick at all, for some reason, and they're going to need me.
Time for me to be strong, even though I'm terrified. I have to be strong and try not to freak out like the rest of the world is.
The world is burning and I have to not freak out?
I don't know if I can do this...
Today, 2nd October, '17
Life certainly has a way of going all haywire at all the wrong times, doesn't it? I really thought that things were finally going my way, and boy did I need them too, but nope. I spent all summer working my butt off to push myself and make Varsity, and I did. But now, the season is canceled because everyone is sick. I got to enjoy it for a grand total of like one week, if that. I can't even begin to explain how bummed out I am about it. I've never worked this hard in my entire life, and now it's basically all been for nothing. That really stings to even write down.
Mr. Reinhold thought there might be a chance that they just postpone the start of the season, but too many girls were sick. Not just from our school, but from all the schools in the conference. I know there really wasn't anything they could do, but it still hurts. It's even worse because my family are all feeling the effects of the flu, too, and like half the entire school. They already ran out of substitute teachers, and had to combine a bunch of the classes. I have English with like seven Freshmen, it's horrible.
I know Mom is stressed out too, because she's the only dentist who's been able to make it into work in the past week or so. And she's barely able to even do that, since she's feeling so bad. She has to cover for everyone else who's out, and a lot of patients are coming in for emergency things because one of the symptoms of the mystery flu is having your teeth fall out. I feel bad for her, she works really hard and nobody else is helping her keep the practice open.
Dad has been away for work, but he said that he'd probably have to come home early. He's feeling worse than anyone else in the family, and you know it's bad if he's going to take time off. Now that I won't have to worry about practice, I can at least come home right after school gets out and help take care of them. The only “good” thing about gymnastics being canceled, I guess. I'll have nothing else to do since everyone is either sick or busy picking up the slack for those that are.
Sometimes I still feel like just sinking away into someplace that I can hide and be alone. I've done so much for myself and for my family to get better, but it just becomes too much sometimes. I could always just disguise it under being a great student and being a good athlete, but what do I have now? I'm sort of being forced into having time to think, and that's the last thing I want or need. Maybe I'll just keep working out every day, because if I don't, I won't be tired enough to fall asleep right away. I can't deal with that time between laying down and falling asleep. It's too much for me.
On a lighter note, Lucas brought over cookies that his sister made. Nobody else has really touched them, but I have had a few. He's a nice boy, and I'll give him an A for effort, but cookies won't buy my attention or affection. Well, they might, but not ones from him. He's lucky though, since nobody in his family is sick. Instead of cookies, he should bring over whatever it is that has kept them from catching it. That would be wayyyyy nicer of a gift.
Anyway, I suppose I'll be writing more often, if just to try and tire myself out before going to sleep. Which, by the way, I'm about to pass out finishing this entry.
“Go to bed, Mo.”
“Yes, Mo. If you insist.”