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Of course mother was frantic. After I listened to what she had to say about how dangerous it is with the mafia and that I should not be out so late, she started to question my injuries, I just told her I was really tired and I was not paying attention to my surroundings and I ran into something. Lucky for me she believed it.

I went to bed after I showered off.

That night I had a dream… no not a dream a nightmare. The girl, Mercy, it was like I never arrived. She was hurt, beaten, raped, everything that should never happen to a woman. It wasn't the mobster hurting her, it was some man, someone who looked like me and sounded like me but it wasn't me. I would never….

I woke up with a start. It was early in the morning, the sun hasn't risen yet. I was sweating but that was most likely from the dream and the hot night. I decided to stay awake; I would not go back to that nightmare again.

I waited until my mother woke up. She was surprised to see me up.

"Edward, you are up early." She looked flushed; it must have been hot in her room as well.

"Yes mother, I woke up earlier. I had a…restless night." I wasn't going to tell her my dream. She worries too much about me.

"Are you feeling alright Edward?" That confused me. I didn't think I showed I was petrified to go back to sleep.

"Yes mother…why?"

"You look…red." She went over to feel my forehead. I felt fine. "You are a little warm."

"It was a hot night mother. There's nothing for you to worry about."

"It's just I don't want….you are probably right." I knew what she was going to say. "I just don't want you to get sick like your father." I won't. I'd never. I have too much to do before I would die.

"You look a little red yourself mother." She gave me a look.

"It was a hot night Edward. There's nothing to worry about." She smiled and walked into the kitchen. She did look a little flushed…like she is sick or something of the sort. I do not worry about myself but I do worry about my mother's health.

Later that day I went to the park. I do not have much to do nowadays since they closed down schools because of the influenza.

Today was a nice day. The night was hot but during the day it was cool. That was odd. That is odd weather for a September day, especially if it is midday.

Sitting on a bench I saw my friend Thomas from my school. I haven't seen him since the last day school was open.

I went over to him. He looked sad. Well more like depressed. What happened to him?

"Thomas is that you?" He looked up at me and gave me a weak smile. He usually is happy to see a friend, any friend after a long period of time.

"Edward Masen. Well it's been a long time." He stood up and shook my hand. "How are you and your mother? Is everything going ok for you?" He still looked sad. I think he's hiding it.

"I'm fine but….you do not seem so well. What's wrong?" He looked down to the ground. He has been hiding it. I just want him to tell me what is it. He is usually the type of man to be strong, a leader. He enlisted with me, I was sure they would make him a captain within the first few weeks. He never shows his weakness….I just wanted him to let me know. Something has to be wrong. Did another person die because of the war? Seems unlikely for him to mourn. He would say that they have died in honor of our country. But someone has died. I can see it in his eyes. Someone important.

"Edward…you remember Clarence Robertson right? He was in our class. He sat with us while we ate and enlisted with us." Clarence Robertson. He was a marvelous friend. An amazing one. He was one of my best friends.

"Of course I remember him. He is my good friend." He winced when I said 'is'. Something happened to Clarence.

"He had gotten sick three days ago. His mother and father took him to the hospital to see what he has….had. He had a bad cough, some blood was coughed up. They said he had the Spanish influenza and it was killing him. Three days later he died." Today. He died today. He had the same thing that caused my father death.

Thomas continued.

"About half of the students of our school died or is dying from it. Edward there's an epidemic. We cannot do anything. I think I may have it. I think I am dying from it. I was going to try to find you today…to see if you were alive. I am glad you are alive Edward, I am so happy…but I had to tell you what happened to Clarence. We were such good friends and…I still cannot come to reality of what happened." He may be dying from it.

A thought just crossed through my head.

I may be dying from it

I cannot have the Spanish influenza. If I have it then my mother must have it. My mother cannot be dying. She cannot die.

"Edward. Are you alright? Edward?"

"Clarence is dead." It wasn't a question. Nothing can change that.

"Yes. Edward we must leave town. We have to leave Chicago and-"

"And what do we do exactly? If half of our school's population have died or is dying from it do you not think we may have been exposed to it? We might spread it. You even said yourself you may be dying from it." I raised my voice at him. I usually never raise my voice to my friends. Even though I do have a short temper, I never raise my voice to my friends. But the thought of my mother being sick….I cannot live with that.

"Our lives may be saved"

"And the lives of others?" he stayed quiet. I sighed. "Thomas I'm sorry. I just…I just don't want this to spread. You know my father died from the disease. I wouldn't want anyone else to suffer." He looked back down to the ground. "When is Clarence's funeral?"

He looked angry for some reason. He looked up at me to speak.

"There is no funeral. 'Too many deaths' is what Mrs. Robertson told me of the doctor's words. No one can keep up with so many of the deaths." I can see why he is angry. I am angry. What are they going to do with the bodies? Throw them into a pit and burn them like they did with the plague victims? This isn't the plague. At least I hope it won't turn into a plague.

"I see." I looked him straight in the eyes. "I am sorry Thomas but I have to leave. Please, for your family's sake, take care of yourself. I hope to see you again." He nodded

"Same to you Edward. You should stay out of the sun though Edward. You look flushed. Have you been running again? You shouldn't especially in this weather." What does he mean? It is nice out.

"What do you mean? It's a nice day. It isn't that hot."

He gave me certain look. "Edward it is nearly ninety degrees…you are feeling alright?" I thought I was feeling just fine.

"…Yes. It's just…I have to leave. Goodbye Thomas." It is not that hot today. Maybe he is getting sick. He didn't look it. I hope he doesn't. I do not want another friend to die from a disease that killed my father.

I went home as quickly as I can. My mother was in the living room listening to a record. She looked relaxed and healthy. But then I saw her wearing a jacket. I stood in front of her.

"Oh hello Edward. You came back early today."

"Mother are you feeling alright?" she gave me an odd look.

"I feel fine. Is something the matter?" She sat up to see my face better. She could always see what is the problem.

"It's just…I just found out today from Thomas Rhodes that Clarence Robertson died today." My voice was a mixture of sadness and anger. He shouldn't have died. He was my age….seventeen. He is….was too young to die.

"Oh my…Edward, how did he die? Was it a mobster or-"

"The Spanish Influenza mother. The same disease father died from. Most of the students at my school are either dead or dying from it."

She was speechless. She knew. She knew that the epidemic was going on. I had no inkling. I just thought…I just thought it was just another sickness…

"You knew?" She nodded.

"Edward…I thought it would be better for you, for you not to worry." I know. I know mother. I wish I could have said that. "Edward I think you should lay down. You look pale."

"I'm fine mother. I am always pale." She stood up. She looked green.

"Edward, please." I had to listen to her. I was a bit tired though, which was odd. It was probably because of last night.

"I'll go." She went upstairs with me to my room. I sat down on my bed and she checked my temperature again. She looked…scared…no that wasn't enough…. petrified.

"Mother…?" she hid her face well…but I did see her face before she hid it.

"You are a little warm son. I'll go get some wet towels to cool you down. You'll be fine, I promise." She walked out of my room.

I had a fever. She is sick. She's worried about my fever instead of her sickness. I was going to go tell her it wasn't needed but everything went black. I was more exhausted than I thought.

I don't remember waking up. I don't remember walking here…I don't even know where is here. It was cold and misty. It was hard to see. I heard little girls singing a song.

I had a little bird,
Its name was Enza,
I opened the window,
And in flew enza.

I walked over to their voices. There had to be about five of them singing. Why are they out in the cold. They could get sick.

I was shoked to see there were no girls singing. Was I going insane? I was looking around for them. A large tree was in front of me. It was a willow tree. What they say about it is true. It does look like it is weaping.

I kept on looking for them. Luckily the mist was lifting a bit. But to my horror I realized I was in a cemetary. How I ended up in a cemetary is beyond me.

The atmosphere felt like death. It was depressing.

I looked down to see the graves in front of me.

This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening…This CANNOT be happening.

Edward James Masen 1877-1917

Elizabeth Ann Masen Smith 1879-1918

Edward Anthony Masen 1901-1918

Tombstones….with my parents and my name.

I've died. How did I die? How did my mother die? When did this happen? Why did this happen? Why am I here? Where is my mother? Is this hevean or Hell? Where is everyone?

I woke up.

I was cold, freezing might have described it better.

I looked at my pocket watch. I've been asleep for thirteen hours.

Mother walked into my room. She looked horrible.

She looked sick, tired, overused.

Has she been taking care of me while she was sick?

I coughed. I coughed a lot. I felt liquid in my mouth. I checked my hand to see what it was. I coughed up blood.

My mother looked exhaused from worry. She came in and sat down next to me on my bed and but I cool towel on my head. I shivered.

"Oh Edward I am sorry. You will get better I promise you my son." What about you mother? I cannot live if you were to die.

I couldn't speak. Everytime I tried I started to cough. Mother looked worried again.

"Just rest my son. You will get better I promise you. You will not die from this. I promise you." She's trying to convince herself.

She left again. I felt exhausted even after sleeping for thirteen hours. I couldn't stay awake any longer. Everything went black again.

I really couldn't rest. Not even in my subconcious. I knew I was dying. I can easily see that my mother was too and she is wasting her time with me instead of getting better.

I woke again. Knowing for certain that I was really awake. I was uncomfortable for two reasons. The first I couldn't breathe very well and the second the bed I was laying in was not my own. I opened my eyes to see my mother. She was sickly looking. Green and pale. She was sweating.

I tried to sit up but mother would not allow me to.

"No Edward please, just stay down." She looked…sad…she seems…hopeless.

I looked at my surroundings. I realized immediately I am not home. I was in a hospital. A nurse passed by wearing a mask. I also noticed the other bed in the room I was in. It was empty but I know it is for my mother. I'm sure the doctor must have told her to stay with me. Any doctor could see that she is sick.

"Mother…" My voice was hoarse. I must have been coughing in my sleep.

"Shh Edward. Do not talk." She sounded sick as well.

A man walked into the room. He was handsome. He looks more like a god than a human, but that could just be a halucanation. A fever is known to know that.

"Mrs. Masen, you should rest. Your son will be in my hands now. I am Dr. Carlise Cullen."

I fell asleep again.