"Dear God,
"I can't take this anymore! I absolutely refuse.
"I'm just a fourteen year old kid. I can't...I-I just can't.
"And maybe I am the one to blame.
"My brother returned home, God.
"Just like I'd hoped.
"It wasn't for a holiday though.
"It was exactly a month later.
"A lot can happen in a month.
"And apparently a lot did.
"He was staggering by the front door, claiming he'd been robbed on the way home. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was paler than usual. My parents were as shocked as me. I only ever hear of these things in the newspaper and the movies, God. And there he was, standing in front of our door, wavering like a barely hanging screw.
"I didn't know until I heard dad saying the words.
Overdoze.
Drugs.
Wrong company.
Mom was terribly heart broken, but it was dad that broke mine. I hadn't seen him so disappointed and desperate my whole life.
"It's...bad, and I can't see this, God. My parents being upset and let down. They were so strong. You know that, don't you?
"I look at Meg and Maisy and Troye at school, and they're all so happy. I don't wish bad for them but...why us, God? Why would you do this to us? It's not fair. We haven't done anything wrong!
"God, maybe someday you'll realize.
"This isn't fair.
"You aren't fair."
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Short StoryTo the world, I've seen you in distress. I've seen you trample over sands. I've seen you aim missiles. So when my cuts needed healing, I chose God over you instead. - An account of a childhood obsession that turned into a lifelong faith. - © 2015...
