User blog:Kat2wind2archer/Sick.

"You look sick honey, let me see you."

"Ma, I'm fine..."

"Honey, your pale, whats wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Let me see you- oh my!"

"Yes...?"

"Your in Love!"

"..."

"Here, I'll give you some pills, and some medicine. You'll be better in no time!"

Sickness.

Love was just a sickness.

I was always treated with love from my mother- but nobody else.

I just had a cold for my mother, and my mother from me.

But one day, I got sick.

Sicker.

Once your sick, you try to infect others.

In the end, you all die because of it.

You all die, and cause pain to the others who are infected.

It's like once you infect someone, they feel what you feel.

It creeps into your mind, and controls you.

It makes you do things you wouldn't want to do.

And it makes you feel pain.

It sucks.

It's like, a sickness where your stomach burns and head feels horrid.

It just sticks with your health and emotions.

I was in those positions.

I feel helpless when a sickness controls me instead of myself.

I hate it.

It hurts.

A lot.

And now.

I feel so alone.

Because I'm the only one infected now.