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ℛ𝒮 #3

C/W; kinda gross stuff, needles

An error caused my existence. And now I am shirtless, hiding in a damp, moldy, sewage way. I can hear a scattering of water drops, or is it the sound of scuffling rats? Whatever it is, I focus all of my senses on it. I smell terrible, and the black pants I wear are soaked in sewage juice. That doesn't help. Only God knows what the juice is. But is there even a God? In my childhood, God was seen as a man who wore a white coat. He could only be seen behind a glass window. Or, I guess, I was behind the glass window, and He was outside of it. Observing me. I remember the day I found out that God didn't exist. Actually, it was a few mere hours ago. I was in the only place I had ever known, my white room. And in the only clothes I had ever worn, a white shawl. Now that has changed, but let me continue. God had pressed a few buttons on a box, and the door protecting me from the outside world slid open. I saw the buttons He pressed. They had funny symbols on them, squiggly lines. God had entered my room. I looked down in fear. This was the second time God had entered my room. The door is only opened for food, and it was never God, it was usually one of His angels. This was the second time, the first time God entered my room was a week ago. I had felt funny and threw up. But for some reason, the liquid I excreted from my body wasn't supposed to be black. Which was funny. God's eyebrows were furrowed and His hands gripped my wrists quite tightly. He dragged me up and poked a needle in me. It hurt. I hate needles. Anyway, then the Angels cleaned up the black stuff. A week later, or present time, God entered my room with His Angels, and His face was not happy. "There was an error in the DNA...." Then God said something else, but I couldn't quite catch it. But He finished his sentence by saying, "We have been studying the wrong thing." My eyes widened in shock. Not because I found out I was a mistake, but because they all looked at me with this haunting scowl. Rage. Not just from God, but from his Angel's too. I did not know why they hated me, but I did know that at that moment, If I did not leave my room, something very bad would happen. They would do something bad to me. I can't say for sure how I ended up here, in the sewers. As God approached me, I threw up again, but I felt something slide out of my throat. Something alive. My vision went black and I woke up here. Soaked in sewage water and other dark stains. My memory is blurry. I do not know how an error caused my existence, maybe it was fate. Or maybe it was divine intervention. But I will make sure, on my miserable life, that God will regret not checking his calculations.