Dear diary,

To be honest, I don't want to write a diary. Writing isn't really my thing. But, I also don't want to go crazy from loneliness. Too many people are going crazy already, because of the illness.  It terrifies me, knowing that a brain can just destroy itself like that. I'm scared that it'll happen to me, so I've isolated myself. If I'm not around other people, I can't get the illness, right? So, I'm safe, and soon everything will be over. My name is Elenora Pierce, and here are my thoughts.

I miss my sister. She teased me a lot, but she was joking, and did it with a kind smile. She was the best sister I could ever ask for. She always helped me with my homework, and she let me choose what I wanted on tv. Sometimes, I'd get really mad at her for no reason. I don't know why I did that, but I wish I could take it all back. She was my best friend in the entire world, and I wish she was here with me.

Love,
Elenora