The Diary of Benvolio

The Diary of Benvolio Written By: Dustiny Tice May 16, 2108 I can’t remember the last time that I have written a diary entry. All I know is that it has been a while. The world is a much worse place than what it was a century ago. There are thieves roaming the streets, bullies ruling the schools, war, and diseases. I don’t wish for this world to fall apart but apparently, it already has. I want it to be like it was a century ago. Where people are not deciding to kill others for resources. We have had another war. This time with each other. I can’t stand to face it but I guess I have no choice. We just got out of World War III where the war had killed off a little over half of the United States population. The diseases are killing us off city after city. With mom and dad dead I have to protect me and Sovia. I can’t stand it. I don’t think that I can take much more of this. We have limited electricity. Lights out is going to be here in a few minutes so I better wrap it up. ~Benvolio

May 17, 2108 I am surprised that I lasted through the night. I had heard guns going off. I had my ammunition by my side all night long. Sovia is dead. She had died during the night by someone who had broken in and shot her. I woke up and she was lifeless. I really have nobody I know that is alive right at this moment. I now know that I can’t trust anyone. I must keep going. I pray that God will send a sign that this misery will be over soon. I must keep going, keep fighting. I had taken Sovia’s necklace off of her neck. Whoever killed her had must’ve forgotten to take it off and make sure nobody else was in the house. I have it around my neck right now. I can’t bear to see her just sitting lifeless on the makeshift bed that we have made. Let’s just hope I can get through the next day. That the thought of Sovia will stop me from trying to commit suicide. I will try to stay alive on my own. ~Benvolio May 18, 2108 Well, I am still writing which means that I am still alive and sadly not dead. I had a dream about Sovia. She was sitting on the edge of my bed and asking me about mom and dad. She asked what did they look like. I told her that they looked like a happily married couple who loved their children so dearly. I woke up before I got to hear her voice again. I thought it was real. It had felt real. It was so real that when I woke up I went to her room to find her and guess what? She wasn’t there. Thank you, Lord, for taking the only good thing that happened to me away. Thank you for putting me in this wretched place. All I wanted was to keep the peace and what do I get in return?? I get no family alive and put in the middle of a shooting range to be killed off. In fact, I don’t think I can take any more of this. I am coming to see you Lord and I WILL have some questions for you to answer. Goodbye, the world I used to know. Goodbye wretched place. And goodbye shooting range. Hello, Mom and dad. Hello, friends and family I love. Hello, Sovia. Hello to the pain I will bear to be with them. Goodbye world. Hello to hanging. ~Benvolio ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May 21, 2108 I am not much of a writer but here I am. I found this diary a few days after this Benvolio dude had died. If he was alive I would’ve made friends with him on the spot. You see I am in the same situation as him. Except that I am a girl. I never had a diary of my own and I am glad to continue this diary. I believe that if Benvolio would’ve gotten to know me, he would’ve been able to be friends with me. But in one of these entries, he said that he couldn’t trust anyone.Which makes it harder. When I found this diary I had started reading it and I felt that it would be best if I finished the diary. It feels good to finally write things down. It makes me feel a lot better. You see when I said that I was in the same situation as Benvolio, I was referring to the parts where my friends and family are all dead. I will leave this behind and hope for someone to come along and write in this. I pray that someone will cross it. The great Lord above will be the only one who will be able to know if nobody does come across this. If you do come across this diary may God bless your little soul and please write in it. I WILL see my family soon. I will see my siblings soon. And I will see God soon. I am having suicidal thoughts. I feel as if this world doesn’t deserve any of this. I have high hopes that I will not be here tomorrow. This life is not loving and caring. This life is the feeling where you won’t be able to do anything. Lights out are soon so I better wrap it up. ~Sarah May 22, 2108 Well, I am still on this earth. I am going to die anyways so let’s just make it a faster process. I am going to die today. I’m sorry for whoever finds this diary and is reading it but I must find my family in Heaven. I know that this is not going to be a good ending for me but I must get off of this wretched Earth. I can’t stand it anymore. I know this sounds like what Benvolio had said before he died but I must die. I can’t stand being on this earth when all I have to keep alive is myself. I’m going to see Benvolio. I’m going to see Sovia. And most of all I’m going to see God. I have poison berries that will kill anyone who eats them. That way there is no trace of suicide. The only people who know that I committed suicide are God and whoever is reading this diary. Goodbye past life. Goodbye future. Goodbye awful, wretched world. Goodbye diary. I will see my friends and family once again. Goodbye reader of this diary. And most of all good luck to you reader. ~Sarah