Original Short Stories

False Hope

Based on Jesus In LA By Alec Benjamin

EXPLICT : DO NOT READ IF YOUR SENCETIVE TO RELIGION, SA, OR DEPRESSION

As a kid CeCe was taught that to live a good and correct life; she had to establish a bond with Jesus. For awhile she believed that with her whole heart. Even after she had been put through Hell at a very young age. Sexually Abused at 5 by a 17 year old, abandoned by her mother just months later, put through the court process to convict her abuser at almost six, forced to grow up way to fast, and hated by her mothers replacement. Then forced into a religion that could double as a cult. Eventually everything changed when she started to feel the pain, helplessness, depression, abandonment, and hatred that came from a rough and cruel childhood. When she started to realize how bad things really were she started to notice people. She noticed the lies and judgement from people who were supposed to be "Gods chosen people". When she voiced her opinions she was silenced and even told that it was her fault because she was having "impure thoughts". She became quiet and lost the faith she was forced into having very quickly. In a desperate attempt to feel in control she turned to a life of "sin" during her last year of high school. It started with "banned" music but escalated quickly to drugs, sex, alcohol, and even self harm. She still felt numb from pain and heartache but at least she was feeling things physically. She started out as a perfect little girl, innocent and full of faith but ended up becoming a "sinner" that people are warned about in church. She became besties with the Devil.

"Well, I shook hands with the devil

Down on the south side

And he bought us both a drink

With a pad and a pencil sat by his side

I said, "Tell me what you think"

I've been looking for my savior, looking for my truth

I even asked my shrink

He brought me down to his level

Said, "Son, you're not special

You won't find him where you think"

You won't find him down on sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when you're tripping on some pills

When they sold you the dream you were just 16

Packed a bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

Took a sip of his whiskey

Said, "Now that you're with me

Well, I think that you should stay"

Yeah, I know you've been busy

Searching through the city

So let me share the way

I know I'm not your savior

Know I'm not your truth

But I think we could be friends

He said "Come down to my level

Hang out with the devil

Let me tell you, in the end

You won't find him down on sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when you're tripping on some pills

When they sold you the dream you were just 16

Packed a bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA"

And that is when I knew that it was time to go home

And that is when I realized that I was alone

And all the vibrant colors from the lights fade away

And I don't care what they say

You won't find him down on sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when you're tripping on some pills

When they sold you the dream you were just 16

Packed a bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame you came all this way

'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA

I won't find him down on sunset

Or at a party in the hills

At the bottom of the bottle

Or when I'm tripping on some pills

When they sold me the dream I was just 16

Packed my bag and ran away

And it's a crying shame I came all this way

'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA

And it's a crying shame I came all this way

'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA "

-Jesus In LA By Alec Benjamin