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How has this happened my mother and little brother are dead and my poor sister is the only person that I'm sure would ever come near me now. I'm a monster, my eyes hurt in direct sunlight, I can't speak, I don't feel pain like I once did, and my fingernails grow and harden at such a rate that they are like claws. When I was finally conscious enough to notice my appearance the first thing I saw was my skin. The Green Flu virus has taken my brother, my voice and my life and left me with an unhealthy paler. I don't know how my sister can even look at me, she says I look the same but I know better. She tries to hide the bite mark on her right forearm but I've seen it. I know I must have done it in my post fever haze, the time after I woke up and wasn't sure about anything. I could hardly move but I had managed to bite Giselle. How could she trust me enough to let me up when It finally cleared. i had to keep my eyes mostly closed that whole day till I was able to tell her that I needed a hoodie to wear. She says I'm getting better, making progress. It's like regaining bits of me that I've lost or forgotten. I put on my old baseball jersey yesterday and I couldn't help but want to throw something, anything. A rage took me and I was so close to ripping it off of myself, but then Giselle was there my sister was there. To make it better to make me better. I still can't bear to look at myself in the mirror. Will I get all of me back? What will happen to Giselle and me now that Mom is gone? That thought hit me hard today, I spent the night out on the roof. One good thing about this is I can now get to places I couldn't before. WHile I was up there I saw the city not that far away. It seemed dead, empty.I wonder if everyone but Giselle survived the flu.