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After the memorial service for Bart, Savannah returned to her room. She changed into one of Johnny's t-shirts and a pair of flannel pajama pants, before grabbing her laptop and getting back into the bed.
She was still wiped out and feeling weak... and if she was honest with herself, part of it was her own fault for the way she had worn down her energy reserves both last week and while she was sick.
Sick with an illness that had killed a student.
She hadn't really known Bart, had only talked to him a couple of times at Turtle and Canary, but the fact of the matter was that he was a fellow student. He was a young kid, like her and Johnny and so many others. He didn't deserve to die.
He died from a plague that was purposefully created to wipe out people who were different.
It had killed everyone on the island three hundred years ago. It had made almost half of the island sick this week. It had killed someone. It could have killed them all.
The entire island was cut off and they all could have died -- and no one would have known. Paige, Elena... all of them would have had no idea what had hapened to her. People she loved and respected and cared for. They would have spent the rest of their lives trying to figure out what had happened to her or the rest of the people on the island.
Just like Willow had said the families of the residents so long ago had never known.
Savannah had told Wyatt that she wasn't afraid to die of the illness, just as long as she knew it was coming. That had been a lie and she hadn't realized how much of a lie until later that night when the announcement of Bart's death had occured.
This whole thing was hitting too many buttons for her and she just wanted to curl up in someone's arms and cry for awhile. Being scared and then having things fixed was a heavy thing on one's mind and it wasn't like she hadn't already almost died or been kidnapped this week.
She needed to tell someone everything. Someone who would understand why a plague designed to wipe out people who were different would be so personal to her.
Tears slid down her face as she brought up her e-mail program.
Elena,
I almost died this week.
Not the best way for me to start an e-mail to you, I know. I'm okay... well, I will be. There's no need for you to contact Paige -- or for you and Clayton to come out here to take care of things.
There was a plague this week, Elena. So many students and a few adults got struck down with it. I got badly sick with it on Monday and Johnny (my boyfriend) ended up carrying me to the clinic. We were all very ill and we just kept getting worse. Nothing was working until last night when fellow students found a cure and made sure we all got the cure and survived.
Not all of us survived, Elena. A student, Bart Allen, died on Wednesday evening. He was a year younger than me and he's dead now.
At his memorial service today, I found out that the plague that made us so sick was something that was purposefully created years ago to wipe out people who were different. It wiped out an entire island of people three hundred years ago -- including all of the children.
Purposefully created.
It reminds me of the Genesis Project and ... damn it, Elena! I don't understand! I don't understand the desire of some people to make everyone conform to their whims or hurt them if they are different! How was what these people did 300 years ago any different than Genesis wanting to hunt supernaturals for sport or make us into their weapons. I don't understand why people do things like this. I don't understand why Genesis did what they did. I don't understand why people had to get so sick here.
I don't understand why a kid had to die.
I don't understand why I had to spend a week thinking that I and my boyfriend and all of my friends were going to die.
I just... I know I should be more upset that someone else died and less freaked out that I almost died but...
Savannah stopped typing and copied the e-mail into a notepad and saved it. She closed the e-mail program, but ended up leaving the notepad program open.
There was no way she could send that e-mail to Elena.
Savannah bit her lip, trying to stop the sobs that were bubbling up and threatening to overwhelm her. She just sat there, looking at the recap of the week she was writing.
[[OOC: Open for the boyfriend or anyone else. She's a little bit emo.]]
She was still wiped out and feeling weak... and if she was honest with herself, part of it was her own fault for the way she had worn down her energy reserves both last week and while she was sick.
Sick with an illness that had killed a student.
She hadn't really known Bart, had only talked to him a couple of times at Turtle and Canary, but the fact of the matter was that he was a fellow student. He was a young kid, like her and Johnny and so many others. He didn't deserve to die.
He died from a plague that was purposefully created to wipe out people who were different.
It had killed everyone on the island three hundred years ago. It had made almost half of the island sick this week. It had killed someone. It could have killed them all.
The entire island was cut off and they all could have died -- and no one would have known. Paige, Elena... all of them would have had no idea what had hapened to her. People she loved and respected and cared for. They would have spent the rest of their lives trying to figure out what had happened to her or the rest of the people on the island.
Just like Willow had said the families of the residents so long ago had never known.
Savannah had told Wyatt that she wasn't afraid to die of the illness, just as long as she knew it was coming. That had been a lie and she hadn't realized how much of a lie until later that night when the announcement of Bart's death had occured.
This whole thing was hitting too many buttons for her and she just wanted to curl up in someone's arms and cry for awhile. Being scared and then having things fixed was a heavy thing on one's mind and it wasn't like she hadn't already almost died or been kidnapped this week.
She needed to tell someone everything. Someone who would understand why a plague designed to wipe out people who were different would be so personal to her.
Tears slid down her face as she brought up her e-mail program.
Elena,
I almost died this week.
Not the best way for me to start an e-mail to you, I know. I'm okay... well, I will be. There's no need for you to contact Paige -- or for you and Clayton to come out here to take care of things.
There was a plague this week, Elena. So many students and a few adults got struck down with it. I got badly sick with it on Monday and Johnny (my boyfriend) ended up carrying me to the clinic. We were all very ill and we just kept getting worse. Nothing was working until last night when fellow students found a cure and made sure we all got the cure and survived.
Not all of us survived, Elena. A student, Bart Allen, died on Wednesday evening. He was a year younger than me and he's dead now.
At his memorial service today, I found out that the plague that made us so sick was something that was purposefully created years ago to wipe out people who were different. It wiped out an entire island of people three hundred years ago -- including all of the children.
Purposefully created.
It reminds me of the Genesis Project and ... damn it, Elena! I don't understand! I don't understand the desire of some people to make everyone conform to their whims or hurt them if they are different! How was what these people did 300 years ago any different than Genesis wanting to hunt supernaturals for sport or make us into their weapons. I don't understand why people do things like this. I don't understand why Genesis did what they did. I don't understand why people had to get so sick here.
I don't understand why a kid had to die.
I don't understand why I had to spend a week thinking that I and my boyfriend and all of my friends were going to die.
I just... I know I should be more upset that someone else died and less freaked out that I almost died but...
Savannah stopped typing and copied the e-mail into a notepad and saved it. She closed the e-mail program, but ended up leaving the notepad program open.
There was no way she could send that e-mail to Elena.
Savannah bit her lip, trying to stop the sobs that were bubbling up and threatening to overwhelm her. She just sat there, looking at the recap of the week she was writing.
[[OOC: Open for the boyfriend or anyone else. She's a little bit emo.]]
