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The End , by MEH. 'TIS MINE, FOO'!
I flip the television on. A little static, then a picture of CNN.
Hmm. So neither of us have been accpeted, eh, anchorlady?
She begins speaking over the strange and traumatic happenings over the past few days. It seems like half of the world has died. I am the other half.
My parents always looked at me with such sadness. They loved me so. Chances are that they still do. Funny... an atheist belief I built on for years suddenly crashed to the ground when I found my parents dead in their bedroom. It was strange... they both had smiles on their faces. Subtle, small, sweet smiles. They were also holding hands... as if preparing for something wonderful...
When I disclosed that I was an athiest, my parents were shocked. Tears ran down my mother's face, my father's arms wrapped around her. They were hurt, which hurt me. Of course, what did I expect? They weren't zealots, but a love of God was always shown in our family. Hmm, funny... I still have my childhood Bible. Maybe I'll read it...
So dusty. The part of the blanket that I haven't blown off, I brush away with my fingers. I flip through the pages. Some red print catches my eye... what does that mean again? Oh, yes, it means a quote from Jesus. It seems so long ago...
The anchorwoman's word attract my attention. It seems that not just some, but ALL of the subjects of death have died with smiles on their faces. Strange that they should put that on the news... But then again, this whole event is strange. Hmph. They're still trying to figure out what's happening... or they're denying that it is. Isn't it obvious...
I return my attention to scripture. I turn the page, and I find a brittle chain of flowers. I burst into tears. I remember that day... the day my mother taught me how to make a chain of flowers... so long ago...
I close my Bible, and hold it to my breast. I go outside... I think I'll make a chain of flowers... what flowers were I supposed to use...?
I feel so empty and alone. I am alone. If only I hadn't belived such lies... if only I had simply looked at the beauty of this world... and seen... I think I'm going insane... God, please have mercy on me... please...
I'm so sorry.
I throw myself onto the ground and whisper it into the grass. Sobbing, I continue to make my chain. Each movement I make, I scream in my mind.
I am dying inside...
Perhaps I shall sing a little hymn...
Suddenly, the air grows cold. I can see my breath. Light dissapears... and looking towards the sun, I can see fire in the sky.
Jesus, please take me...
 Iron_Raven453 · Sat Aug 26, 2006 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |
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