Deadly Silence

I can't see. I can't breathe. I'm fading fast. My throat is on fire; my eyes have seen hell; my body has been taken from me. My home was the one place I felt I was safe, yet it is slowly destroying me. Nothing could have prevented this from happening. The human race is a greedy one, and it's that that has been causing so many deaths. My species will shortly join the extinct list, but then, who will there be to make that list once we are all gone? I have known that this day would come for some time now, but I still have never really grasped the concept of death.

I don't really mind the dying part. I mean, whatever is out there can't be any worse than what's happening now. It's the dying alone part that gets to me. Family was never something that I had. My parents were taken by this monster long ago and my sister was lucky enough to die of natural causes. I am all alone. There is no one to hold my hand and tell me that it will all be okay. But I guess I was never meant to have that.

When I was just a little girl I was taken in and observed by several strange men. I knew I was different from birth, but I never expected to be a guinea pig for some genetic alteration experiment. Only one in every few thousand are right for it, but I never thought it to be me. My bright silver eyes were indeed strange and in the end they betrayed me. It is because of them that I am stuck in this world to suffer without any hope for death.

They changed so much that I still don't know all of what they did to me. I can't die of anything like cancer or heart failure; it's just not possible for me. Call me superman if you will, it's he that's the closest to what I am. Nothing human can kill me. Nothing human that is, until now. Never in a million years would I have guessed that this little threat would become such a devastating monster and the key to my end.

When I should have died of old age I didn't. I should have been buried by my children, but it was they which I buried. My time on earth has long since been up, yet I continue to breathe. Those strange men created this hell for me; a hell in which I could never escape. Until now.

I have lived with this monster for years and it never had any effects on me. It was just another virus that was killing thousands every day. I was immune to it. Not anymore. When my parents died, I stayed indoors for months, not willing to face the empty smiles and the "oh sweety I am so sorry"'s. I suppose during this time I was hidden from the monster. Outside you were easy prey, but indoors you were safe, for it hadn't the power enough to chew through walls, though I don't doubt it is gaining this power every day.

When I finally did go outside, I felt I bit hot, but I figured it was from the sun and, of course, I would feel its heat, being away from it for so long. I was wrong. The heat I felt wasn't from the sun, for if I had been paying attention I would have realized that there was no sun that day.