Sept 20
Miss. Dolce isn't commin' over today, cause I got a bad cold, n' she don't wanna get sick. It okay though, I've been alone a lot before, before Miss. Dolce started coming over. I feel terrible, I'm hot all over, tired, n' I just feel bad. I know I'm suppose to stay in bed, but I'm not tired, I hope papa doesn't find out, I don't wanna get yelled at. I hate it when Papa yells at me, it makes me feel bad inside.I don't get yelled at a lot though, 'cause Papa's away most of the time….I hungry, but I don't know how to cook. Grr…I really wish my Mama was here right now. She'd cook for me, she wouldn't yell at me! Why she gotta leave? Why couldn't she stay with me n' Papa? Didn't she love him? Ur..Why couldn't she take me with her? Maybe…Mama and Papa didn't want me? Sigh, now I'm sad and hungry…I'm gonna go eat some bread now…
~Death the Kid
Sept 21
Why can't Miss. Dolce, or Papa come home! I'm really scared, n' I don't know what to do! I think I'm broken! This morning when I woke up, I felt funny, so I got some water, then I started coughing, them yucky red stuff came out my mouth! It hurt really bad, n' it was really scary! I don't know if I should call papa, last time I did, he told me he was busy, n' I'd be in a lot of trouble if I called him again. Agh…I'm so scared, what should I do! Why I gotta be alone so much? Why my papa gotta be the grim reaper? Why can't he be a normal papa who loved me? What did I do wrong?...I feel dizzy I'm gonna~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sept 22
I sorry bout that last part. I felt dizzy, n' I fell down. I'm in bed now, I'll write what happened. Later Papa came home to see me, n' he found me passed out on the floor, so he called a doctor. Papa told me a doctor's a person whose job is to make sick people better. Papa stayed until the doctor came over. This morning Dr. Stein came over to our house. I don't like him, he looked at me weirdly, n' he's covered in these weird liney things, n' he got a big screw through his head. He told me a got the flu and I got to stay in bed. He's staying at the house with me till I'm all better. I gonna go to bed now, he told me rest will help me feel better. I'lltry n' write soon.
~Death the Kid