Chapter one: God, Crystal and Temptation

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 “Crystal! Crystal, I'm going to confiscate your laptop if you don't come down NOW!” The tone in my mothers voice echoed around my house making me feel as if a fearless bull was going too come charging up the stairs; looking for me to devour. I sighed painfully as I closed down my world and went to join my mom for dinner.

“I've forgotten what you look like since you're always upstairs on that thing!” My mother explained handing me a plate full of food. “It's not healthy you know.. Being on your own! What's so interesting on that thing anyway?” My heart started racing.. a million thoughts invaded my mind: Should I tell her? What if she already knows? Maybe she's checked my history? “Jesus, please, I can't tell her yet it's not the time!” My world twisted, I couldn't see, objects were spinning around me and all I could hear was my mothers shaken voice. “CRYSTAL...!!!”

I woke up in my own bed, cloth over my head and my mom standing over me anxiously waiting for me to speak. “Thank you god.” She mouthed, I studied her worried-stuck face. “What happened?” I asked, my voice sounding like a horse that had done 5 miles of galloping. “You passed out” she answered, “I was worried sick.” A tear dropped from her eye; I sat up and she cradled me. “I'm sorry darling!” She cried, kissing my cheek. She stood up and strolled out of my bedroom placing a bible next to my laptop.

That night I didn't sleep, I didn't look at my laptop. I just prayed for god to show me what to do.. That was the first time I had ever prayed. My mom was a Christian but she let me do my own thing and make my own decisions (to an extent). Choosing not to follow god, religion and Jesus was one of the decisions I made. Until this very day, I prayed the whole night and said sorry to god for not believing in him and asking him to help me from today on..

I had a vision then.. I'm pretty sure it was a vision because I don't remember sleeping at all that night. I saw myself.. I had dark circles under my eyes making it look as if I hadn't slept for 100 years, I was skinny as if I hadn't eaten, I had bruises.. I just wasn't me. I heard a cry from afar, I didn't know what or where that cry was coming from.. I was just alone, alone and scared.

“JADE! THANK GOD. I'M SO SCARED!!!” I screamed down the phone – hoping I could confide in my best friend. She wasn't a Christian either, she didn't see things the way my mom would have if I told her but, I needed someone to tell! “Last night.. I was kind of asleep and I had a dream and it was me and I looked like hell. Like I hadn't slept, eaten or washed for years.. It's so hard to explain, but I'm so scared.” Silence. “My sister used to always say, your dreams are your worries – don't worry. I will not let that happen to you. Forget that dream, it'll hold you back.. Carry on as if you never saw it.”

That moment, as she hung up the phone I knew that she didn't understand.. I looked around my room trying to find something to lift my spirits. By my door was a piece of paper “Fear not, for I am with you.” I was so confused. Where had it come from? My mom must of dropped it? I picked it up and placed it in my mom's room on her dressing table. When I walked back into my room in the same place was another note. “Fear not, for I am with you. Never will, I leave you, never will I forsake you.” Again, I took it into my mom's room and placed it on her dressing table, the other note was still there. The confusion took over my mind until I heard Jades voice “carry on as if you never saw it” So I did.. I entered my room and for the third time there was a note. “Isaiah 41:10, Hebrews 13:5, John 16:27” for the 3rd time I took the note into my mom's bedroom and placed it on her dressing table.

My laptop then called my name, my bible sat elegantly next to it. I instantly picked up my laptop, gave my bible one last sorrowful glance and thought “tomorrow.” My laptop showed that I had 5 new messages.

Chance Brady: “Baby, what's up?”

Chance Brady: “You ok?”

Chance Brady: “Oi”

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