Love is the Plague

The beginning of the End

It was on a Sunday at church, I was 14 at the time when the plague broke out. I was sitting between my elder sister and my Pa. Sister's head was bowed down with soft whispers of:

"Dear lord of mercy on our souls and let us all live.."

She talked like that for hours, sometimes even said other things then that. I listened to Pa which he didn't say a word for these many hours. I looked up to see the large cross with our lord Jesus, sometimes I see the painted red on his hands and feet thinking it was real blood and that his mouth moved with my sister's praying but there where others in front of him saying something different I looked at the other pews to see mothers and daughters as well as fathers and sons holding their small crying children closely as if someone was going to take them away. I stood up from my spot and my father looked at me then back to the front as a scooted my way out and walked towards the doors, I didn't want this to happen to me. I don't want this to happen to anyone. I walked towards the house where my mother was I soon went up to the old wooden brownish wood and knocked twice, no answer, I knocked again the door was creaking open slowly so I invited myself in. "Mother?" I called out looking around searching for her in the dark cabin, "I'm home!" I yelled softly still looking for her then closing the door behind myself looking at the dark stairs leading to the rooms, I heard soft whispers and talking coming from upstairs. "Mother..?" I said again rushing upstairs quietly and looking through each room but one, the last door on the left, mother's and father's room. I never really liked that room its the only room that had the creaky floors and the odd feel to it as soon as you walk in. I looked around again and whispered her name, "Margret?"  Since she was just my mother-in-law. I stepped in with my left foot and saw a man dressed in black, he had a strange mask that looked bird like which sent a shiver down my spine I stared at them then started to walk back but the old dark wood floor creaked. One of the men looked at me then ran straight towards me, I wasn't sure what I should do but I froze as one of the men swooped me up and ran out of the house. I stayed froze for sometime until I grew tired of moving.