Hey guys, this is just some random story I thought of... It goes along with my other story "A High School Fairy Tale", in the fact that they're both based off of a nursery rhyme (not the same one). But, thats it.

So, I hope you guys enjoy it and review it!

“Caroline! Come here!” my mother screamed at me.

I ran from the end of our street in London to her yelling voice. I was expecting her to be shouting through a window from our apartment, but she wasn’t. At least, the window was already closed.

I quickly inside and up the stairs to my mother’s waiting figure in the entryway.

“Caroline, where have you been? Do you know how dangerous it is outside?”

I sighed, not knowing why Mother was so worried about the city. I had grown up in it, I had lived in it all my life. So why, when I was 13, would she yell at me for being at the end of the street, still insight of our windows? “Mother, I was talking with Mary and Elizabeth.”

She turned abruptly and went into the apartment. I quickly followed suit then shut the door behind me.

What was wrong with talking with your best friends in London in 1338?

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of posy

Ashes, dashes

We all fall down

“Caroline?” My mother asked me, her voice weak from the sickness.

“Yes, Mother,” I replied, beginning to come over with a damp cloth. She had red swells all over her body, was throwing up blood, and could barely move. I was trying hard not to shake in front of her and my little sister Katherine. Katherine was only five. Her frail little arms were covered in black swells, her face as pale as the rocks that lined the streets to church.

“Caroline, have you got the posy in your pockets?” She said, her voice worried even near death.

I patted the pockets of my apron, filled with as much posy as I could find.

“Yes, Mother. My pockets are filled with lots of posy. Do you have enough in your own pockets?” I asked, reaching into my own pockets to pull some out for her. Surly she wouldn’t ask such a silly question if she didn’t need any.

“No!” she said, her face somehow getting even paler. “Keep all you have! It’s all you have to save you from this!”

Solemnly I nodded and returned to wetting her forehead. “Mother,” I asked quietly. “Why do you think most London people have this disease? Why do you think so many people are dying? We’ve lost most of the people here, and I saw Lord Montague getting sick with blood.”

She sighed, the attempted to answer. “Well, it’s because we’ve sinned greatly, and God is angry at us. He is punishing us for the sins we have committed, which is why if you do not wish to get sick like us, then you should go off to church with your father.”

“Then why is Katherine sick? Why her, and not me? Surely I have done more wrong than young Katherine, she is after all only five,” I said, not believing the words she had said so many times to me.

“Katherine is the result of a greater sin, a sin which I will not discuss with you. However I will tell you this. She is the result of a sin between your father and I, and she did not pray for her life enough to please God,” she said, quietly, as if she were about to leave.

I sighed, knowing I would never be satisfied with any answer she could give me, and that it was useless to argue with her words when she was so sick.

I suddenly heard a great bout of coughing from Katherine. A ran over to her, a bucket in my hand, and placed it under her mouth. She usually stopped after a few moments. But not this time. She kept coughing and coughing, and her welts began to turn black. I feared for her life, but dared not show it.

Thankfully she stopped and calmed down. She lay back down, and I rewet the cloth that had fallen onto her pillow and then placed it again on her forehead. Thankfully, she seemed sound asleep. Good, I thought. That should give her more energy to overcome this dreadful disease. Maybe in her dreams she’ll be praying to God and when she wakes up she’ll get better…

Katherine was not praying in her sleep.

I was following the cart down the streets to the outskirts of town, the once farmland. The owners of the land had died, and left three children no place to live.

The old wagon stopped every few feet, picking up all the dead bodies on the ground. Everyone had black spots on their neck and arms. Their bodies were pale, eyes usually open, mouths covered in dried blood.

When the cart reached the farmland, there was already a big whole dug. The grass around it was charred, and at the bottom was something unknown, something I feared terribly.

I knew I shouldn’t be here, knew I would get sick for sinning against the King, but it was for my sister. I couldn’t just let her get thrown onto that wagon, now could I?

Which was why I was there in the first place, watching the wagon get emptied, my dead sister in my arms. I placed her on the ground, waiting for the wagon to leave again. No one noticed me there.

When the wagon was gone, I looked into the pits of the fire, saw the flesh melting from the heat. I took a deep breath, carried my sister over, the dropped her in. I didn’t stay to watch.

All around me, as I stood in the street, watching everything go on, people were falling. There were dead bodies falling from the windows, people collapsing into the ground, blood falling from the windows. It was a nightmare come to life.

I stood, watching the church ground. There was an apple tree in the church cemetery. I saw the priest walking around it, holding the bible and reading a piece of the text. I couldn’t quite make out his words, but he was probably rereading the passage about Adam and Eve. He had just closed the book and was standing there, enjoying the scent of the apple blossoms on the spring day, when he collapsed. I couldn’t move, knew not to. He was sick. Everyone in the church knew he had the same thing my mother and sister had before they too died. Everyone was just hoping he would make amends with God and heal from the terribleness. I guess not.

I saw lying on the bed, my husband across the room from me.

I was suddenly coughing violently, feeling blood leave my body. He was immediately at my side, a cool cloth pressed against my forehead, and a hand propping my back up, trying to ease my pain.

After a moment, it passed and I lay on the ground, my entire body hurting. I was constantly freezing, could barely move, and I was always getting sick. It didn’t help matters that I was also carrying our first child.

He placed a hand on my stomach, where there was a little bump, a sign that a child was resting there. “We’re going to make it out of this Caroline, I promise.” I weakly nodded, trying desperately to believe his words. I could tell he wanted to distract me from my misery, to take my mind off of how horrible this was. What sin had I committed to cause this much pain? Was I, too, a mistake, just like Katherine?

“Caroline?” He said, holding my hand in both of his. “What would you like to name the baby?”

I smiled at the thought, of the thought of having a child of my own. “I don’t know…” I said, not being able to decide.

“That’s okay, Love, do you think it’s going to be a girl or a boy?” he said, rubbing my forehead.

“I think it’s going to be a… girl,” I said after a moment, fighting to keep my lids open.

“Okay,” he replied, smiling. “What should her name be then?”

“…Katherine, like my sister. Except hopefully she’ll live longer than my own sister,” I said.

“Katherine is a beautiful name, for a beautiful baby. I can’t wait until I can see her,” he said back to me.

I weakly nodded before falling to sleep.

I lay on a thin mat, watching the world pass me by. I was weak, while the world was strong.

“I love you,” he said, a hand in my own.

“I love you too…” I said, before my world went black.

“Katherine!” my father said from our doorway. I was playing with my friends in the back of the church yard. We were singing a new rhyme one of them had heard. I quickly went to see what my father wanted.

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of posy

Ashes, dashes

We all fall down

No, this will not get continued. If you know my writing, you know that this is how I end stuff...

I hope you guys enjoyed this, I only wrote a few parts in a mad rush, so it shouldn't be too bad... (plus I spell checked it XD)

But I hope you guys let me know what you think! I hope you reviewed it and thank you for reading it,

Lizza