The Christmas not so miracle

Dear Diary,
You have to help me. I don't know how or why, but no one is here. No one. They've all gone. I've been around my block, there's no one there. By now, the streets should be filed with incessant joy-there's no one here. No one. Am I going crazy? Are they hiding from me. Where could they be? I don't know how long I can last by myself. I'm ten years old. I looked for my friends. I couldn't find any of them or their parents, or my parents. I'm hungry. Starving. Come to think of it, I hadn't eaten since last night. Actually, I didn't eat yesterday. Did I? I think I'm going crazy. Am I? Oh no.

"Oh my god," Survivor 5 whispered "they're all alone."
"Oh grow up survivor 5!" Survivor 3 said.
"Sorry." Survivor 5 whispered. She was going to be the first victim of the diary.

As time goes on, I'm remembering less. I can't remember the past week. I can't remember if my parents were there at all, if they ever were. I can't remember their faces. It's been a week and a day, I think. No clocks are working. I sit in my house in front of the window, waiting for them to come back, for anyone to come back. I need someone to come back. I need to be reminded of what human touch feels like. I need something before-

"Before what?" Survivor 5 demanded.
"Keep reading." Survivor 2 said gravely.
Sure enough, there was more.

Before I live the rest of my days alone.

First Name:James
Last name:unknown
Age:10-80
Death:Old age, waited for his parents to return but they never did, waited 70 years.

"Oh my god..." survivor 5 gasped.

A/N:Heyyyyyy this is my first horror book! Let me know what you think! These chapters will very in length depending on the story line. Please share this story so I can get feedback!