Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

April 9th 1952 
My mother said today I can finally go outside!. It's been years since I had been outside due to my sickness, I take my special medicine every day.....but it doesn't help. It's red and has the taste of a pen, nothing like cherry or even watermelon. I only get to go outside for 10 minutes, mother said if I stay out longer I could irritate my allergies. I didn't even know I had allergies. 

Goodbye now mother is coming in the room and I do not think she will like me writing in this book I took from her. There's plenty writing that was already in here maybe I can share it with you. 
With much love, Bonabelle Richardson 


April 11th 1952
Yesterday I had to help mother make more of my special medicine. There was cutting,bottles and a whole lot more. in a few months when mother gets more supplies were going to make more. I hate making medicine but we all do it.
With much love, Bonabelle Richardson 

April 22th 1952 
It's starting to get worse. I know I'm going to die in a few weeks but mother insists on giving me more medicine. Now I just hold it in my mouth and spit it out when she leaves. Sandy said she wouldn't tell mother, and so did Sarah and Chloe. There my best friends and I hope they don't leave like Ana and Kara. Mother says there going to the hospital for more treatment but we know she's lying. 
The other girls are dying too we all eat and sleep at the same time. New girls come in and older girls are taken to the "Hospital" I'm going to go there soon I've already started to cough and always have a fever. It's getting harder to write.
With much love, Bonabelle Richardson 
 
April 25 1952 
Today I'm going to read some of the writing that was already in here I'll tell you what it's about when I read it. It has a list of girls who need medicine and a list of girls scheduled for the "Hospital" my names on the list. I hope mother doesn't  have a copy of the list because I'm scheduled for April 30th 1952. I don't want to go I'm so scared.
With much love, Bonabelle Richardson 

April 27 1952 
One of the helpers have been reading my book. there's marks on it and today 
mother said I'm going to the hospital tomorrow for not following rules and that I would be helping Sandy to "live" this is not living. I don't want to be turned into medicine. I don't wanna die. 
With much love, Bonabelle Richardson 
 
April 28 1952 
I'm going to the hospital now I'm going to hide this in the floorboards so no one can find it. I can't even walk ,I wonder how bad it's going to hurt. I know I'm not coming back I must except my fate. Goodbye forever..... 
Bonabelle Richardson