"Dear God,
"Perhaps you had a way planned for us. Mom says you always do.
"Drew's attending rehab now. He was supposedly just curious and far away from complete addiction. There's hope for him to come out of this mess, the therapists say.
"A-and I...I don't know why I'm crying!
"I-I, ugh, hate being dramatic and miserable. It's the worst possible thing to be but I'm so easily tearable!
"You.
"You really are something and I'm so terribly sorry.
"You brought us out of this tunnel when we least expected to see light."
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*whispers*
Hey, guys...I'm here...long time, no see...?
I hope you're here. And...um...exams have slayed me and I just um...well, yeah. :(
YOU ARE READING
Dear God
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...
