Mom was convinced that God had saved me from being killed in that car crash.
This meant that we now had to go to church and thank God for his goodness and mercy. We also needed to pray for Bradley and his well being.
I didn't want to go to church.
I survived because of a seatbelt and an airbag.
I sat in the congregation and listened to Reverend Marshall went on and on about sin, repentance, and damnation.
I honestly didn't care at all about the sermon until suicide was mentioned.
"Suicide is the work of the devil," the reverend said, "it is a selfish act and those who commit it shall be cast down to hell."
I felt anger start to bubble inside of me.
How dare he say that?
Does he think I wanted to feel that way for months?
That I was "giving into temptation" when I stopped eating and sleeping.
I was a sinner? I was a sinner for having to fight with myself internally for an hour every morning just to convince myself to get out of bed?
I was livid.
How could he sit here and preach about redemption and repentance and a merciful God who loved us enough to sacrifice his Son and then tell us that we would be damned for something that wasn't our fault?
If this is the God these people believe in,
Then I don't want any part in it.
Reverend Marshall,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. If you ever need me I'll just be on my throne in hell. Just FYI.
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R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
