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Survive an Edward Anthony Masen Story
By AJ Cullen
June 17, 1918
I lay here counting the bumps in the ceiling as I waited for death to take me. I turned my head towards my mother Elizabeth's bed. What I saw would haunt me the rest of my life, which was coming to an end very quickly.
I could see her cheekbones through her face, her green eyes were half rolled in the back of her head. I stared back up at the ceiling to resume my counting but all I could see now was an image of her frail body.
Our room door swung open suddenly, erasing the image of my mother.
A man with blonde hair, golden eyes who didn't look much older than twenty-six came in. He introduced himself as Doctor Cullen when we first arrived here in May. He walked gracefully over to my Mother's bed and leaned in, so he could hear my mother's soft loving voice. Doctor Cullen looked shocked as if she asked him to do something impossible.
He walked swiftly over to my bed and said:
"Your Mother wants what's best for you."
"Wait!" I tried to scream, he stopped.
"Whatever you do to me, you have to do to them" I vowed looking over at my father and mother.
"I'll see what I can do, now don't move". He clamped down on my neck as my ability to scream came back to me. My arms started to burn, my heart was struggling to keep going and then everything went black. …
When I finally did open my eyes, my vision was so crisp so clear I could have noticed the tiniest mole on a persons face. Then I noticed a very young couple smiling at me. "Mom? Dad?" I questioned.
They nodded, they're red eyes glistened in the candlelit hospital.
"Hello, Edward". They greeted me.
We did it we survived this mess. But why did we have red eyes? Was that an effect of the Spanish Influenza or was it worse?
