-Chapter 7

 I stepped inside of a bedroom that had a blue and gold themed bed. This seemed perfect for Alex. I called him in. "Alex!" I yelled to the boy whom was downstairs. I sat on the bed and waited for him. 

 I heard light footsteps, which eventually stepped into the room, reavealing a small Alexander. He looked really cute with his hair out of a ponytail. I realized I was staring, and blinked. "Uh.. So I thought that you could have your own room," I explained, motioning to the big bed. Most likely it was a King bed, or a California King bed. 

 His eyebrows raised. "O-Oh.. thank.." He mumbled walking over to the bed. He ran his thin fingers over the silky fabric and smiled. How could someone have such luxury during such a rough time? We were just glad we had it.

 "Do you like it?" I asked, intertwining my hands together over my lap. He nodded, the lay down on it, looking at the ceiling. He looked so beautiful just lying there, lost in his thoughts. I grinned to myself, blushing lightly. Who wouldn't love his face?

 "Well, uh.. I'm going to go find my own room I guess.." I said awkwardly, standing up. I started walking down the hall with a quiet sigh from my nose. I wish I could tell him. I just can't. 

 I walked inside of a room and looked around cautiously. There was a big bed on the wall in front of me, and a desk. The desk reminded me of how much Alex used to write. He wrote all the time before the apocalypse. Before the apocalypse I was hurt by my emotions. I wish I didn't have any emotions. It would make life a little bit easier. 

 I walked over and sat on the bed, looking at the floor. My mind was everywhere. I just couldn't seem to grasp that this was happening. 

 I looked over to the desk, and looked through the drawers, hoping to find something useful. I needed to write my feelings down, and gets them out. I feel like I can't talk to people. I don't want them to think less of me, so why not do it on paper?

 I sighed and pulled out an expensive leather notebook. I opened it to see a small caption written in perfect cursive.

 Dearest Martha,

 Keep this journal with you wherever you go, and I shall surely be by your side. Remember that I love you deeply. So much that I hate to die because it would pain you, but you know what must be done, my love. 

 Much, Much Love,

 Mama.

 My breath hitched, nearly crying. What happened to the mother of this child, and what happened to the child? John stared at the note, reading it over and over. I turned the page seeing a small paragraph.

 Dear Diary,

 Today Mama has passed on into the greater beyond. She will be greatly missed by her loved ones, including me. I miss her to much, and I want to scream. I can't keep my emotions bottled up anymore, and I need to let them out. However, what good is that when no one is here to listen to it, and understand how I'm feeling. There's no one left for me now. I should just end it, but I have faith that's I might find someone to take care of me, and love me.

 Love,

Martha

 My eyes widened. Whoever this person was, they were clearly heartbroken. Their mother had passed away, and they were grieving. This is exactly how I had felt when I lost my parents in that huge crowd of people at the store. They were no where to be found. I feared that they'd abandoned me. They probably did. I'm a mistake.

 I could barely hear the footsteps behind me, but they got louder and louder. Alex ran in, looking mortified. I looked at him, trying to wash away my thoughts. "What's wrong?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He took a deep breath. 

 "T-They're h-here!" 

 I heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. They couldn't be here..

A/N: Holy shit!! Who could it be?!?!