Nothing, she could see nothing. When she tried to move she felt weighed down by thousands of pounds.
"I'm very disappointed in you." A powerful masculine voice boomed from all directions.
Bridget immediately knew who it was.
"I had big plans for you," God continued, "You would have worked at the Smithsonian and had an auto-biography. You would have been happily married with kids. you could have-"
"No!" Bridget yelled, "The only thing that could have happened did happen. I was bullied by everyone. I couldn't talk to my best friend, because of his girlfriend. Even my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, was telling me to kill myself. So tell me, god, explain to me how I was supposed to survive that. How I was supposed to walk away after my best friend and my boyfriend beat me up day in and day out, and not shed a single tear. I dare you, because I already know you can't."
The room around her shook.
"You seem to have the roles confused. I am the almighty. The eternal. You're just some dumb mortal who decided to question my methods. And you know what? The pits of hell are too good for you. No, I've got a better idea. You're going to spend the rest of eternity watching how your selfish actions affect the one who will suffer the most."
Bridget felt sick. She thought of Trevor, right outside her door when she pulled the trigger. How he had to call the police to tell them his best friend's dead. How he probably saw her pale dead body. She sunk to the ground from added weight on her shoulders. Guilt.
A scene played before her eyes and she watched with horror.
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The Sins of Regret
Teen FictionShe's scared, She's hurt, and She's done. But what is the boy in love with her supposed to do when she's gone?
