January 1, 1920
My Mother told me to start writing
this diary, she said it would be a memory to look back on. Or whatever. So, I
am a High School freshman this year at Ponca High School, (Nebraska), and
tomorrow I am going to have a merry day at school.
John
had thought how odd it felt to write his feelings dpwm, but his Mom and Dad
insisted on it for some reason, saying that it helped them manage their feeling
during the Great War.
January 20,
1920
My Dad asked about how the diary
writing had been going, once he found out that I hadn't worked on it I was
yelled at for an hour! You want me to write my feelings in this, WELL I HAD A
TERRIBLE WEEK; THERE. What do they know! I am failing and I became the
laughingstock of the school on my first day of school!
I
don’t want to go back to school but I need to, I can’t just let it go like
this, this diary I’ll just lose it.
I
can’t believe I found this old thing again. As he goes to blow off the dust,
“cough, cough”, he opens the book and reads the only 2 entries. His only
thoughts were, “ I really was a snotty brat. Maybe I should try writing again.
May 28, 1924
I just graduated High school, and
although I feel like I just started High School, time really does fly, doesn't
it? (I guess I can quickly write down what has happened to
me.) After I took care of my fellow classmates I was able to
have fun and do things that mattered to me. Time doesn’t feel real right now, I
have the hold world ahead of me.
“John
we have to get going!” yelled Robert.
“Okay,”
he said, as he shoved the book in his jecket.
He
was moving out of his parent's house and has a job across town now.
June 3, 1929
I lost my job, times have become
rough and my car is being taken, I am living with Robert now and don’t know
when I’ll have time to update this dirary, I’ll be moving back with my parents.
But now is nothing but a time to celebrate Robert is getting married tomorrow
and joy is the only thing we need moving forward.
August 18, 1933
We don’t have
enough to eat, I am starving and my Mom and Dad may not last another day, I
need to go out and find food. We won't last another day. Robert and his family
have left for California, but we don’t have the funds to do that. I don’t know
what is going to happen.
Radio, “Tensions are still high after the
banks have crashed causing an economic downturn never seen before.
John
needs to go into town to find food of any kind. There, a basket of potatoes
sitting on the floor in the distance he needs to grab it. As he began running
toward it it seemed like it was getting farther away, it was a hallucination,
but it was too late the wind's roar scattered in front of his face and into his
eyes, he needed to take shelter now or there would be dire consequences. He ran
into an old mine without any hope for shelter, as he sat in the mine he
thought, “It smells funny in here”. The mine air was poisonous, it was slowly
killing him; he who had no muscle to the fiber of his being. His only choice
was to crawl deeper and deeper into the mine hoping to find shelter. Once he
had reached the end of the mine it was a dead end, there was no hope of
survival no hope of escape; but his will refused to give in he grabbed a
leftover pickaxe a struck the floor causing a sinkhole to form so large it
swallowed him whole. With a broken arm and broken leg, he laid in a pool of
water that seemed to shimmer as if a light had graced itself upon it. His
wounds healed his pain was no longer and his mind was ever clear. His only
thoughts were “Sleep I want to sleep now.”...
Unknown
I woke up in a strange place, the
water that I thought I had laid in had disappeared, and I felt refreshed. Now
to make my way out of this mine.
John had easily climbed his way back up to
the hole as if his body was in its prime state. Hewas able to enter the mine
but now he no longer felt deterred by the strange scent. Although he had
smelled something funny he was no longer affected by sent. At this time John
did not notice anything, the fact that he was immune to a previously toxic gas
did not even occur as a thought. When he had emerged there was nothing by dust
to see for miles. He was able to get to town and ask a few survivors questions
about what had happened only to learn that it was now the year 1938.
August 18, 1938
GONE, GONE they are all gone. My
parents, our house, and my town were swallowed by the dust and turned into
dust. How, how could this have happened? I was only going to get food, none of
this was supposed to happen.
A radio off in the distance, “A war is
predicted to break out in Europe within the next year, but no need to worry The
Neutrality Act is being proposed by President Roosevelt. All of this
information had never even made it into John's thoughts as he was engrossed in
sorrow. He ended the night as a recluse in what used to be his parent's house.
August 18, 1942
The attack on Pearl Harbor has
harmed us. Robert sent me a letter saying he was serving in the war, I can not
lose someone else important to me, and have sent off my draft registration card
to join the army. I will not let him die, no it cannot even be thought.
John had set off on a journey to his local
draft board, which was located in the main city. He was able to get hold of a
car, and although the roads were quite terrible he had made it in time for the
first draft and would be stationed with Robert.
December 23,
1942
They have been training us and I
have been separated from Robert, his current whereabouts are unknown to me,
they are apparently classified. They say we will be stationed soon and that for
now we need to focus on building our teamwork.
John's
spirit was slowly breaking with nobody to rely on and no one to assure him of
the future he slowly grew paranoid. It unconsciously implanted a seed of doubt
in his heart.
April 1, 1945
We are being deployed to Japan, and
the days are grueling and hard but I am able to keep up because of Robbert,
although for some reason when I talk to him around others, they never see him
there. We are fighting today, and I am ready for the battle later today, I will
take down those imperials.
Robert has been long gone, lost
in battle, his body has not recovered and many refuse to believe that he is
dead, but Johns grief has caused him to suffered from hallucinations.
September 3,
1945
A second sun has descended on me,
gone once again, all around me is gone, the people are nothing but shadows. The
buildings were gone and the spirit of the land burned. It wasn’t long before
people came to investigate what had happened, and why they died while I
survived, I needed to run or they would start asking questions.
John had run further into the nuclear
waste and people could not follow him due to the lethal levels of radiation,
but it did not affect him because his cells were regenerating as fast as he was
losing them.
September 3,
1945
I don’t know what day it is but the
season has passed and I don’t feel a day older. It’s just me in the house,
everything dies, and nothing stays alive. Seems like a pattern with both people
and plants is to disappear. Won’t it be easier to never be around life? I will
just leave, loving people isn’t worth the trouble.
The
end…
Feeling
unsatisfied, me too…
