"Do you see the point in this?"
"No," Bridget spat, "I knew that I was a self-centered brat the first time I thought of pulling that trigger, because people would be hurt and it would be my fault. So, what is the point of this, god? Were you bored?"
Bridget felt herself being dragged down. The oxygen in her lungs quickly being replaced with water.
"My amusement is beyond the likes of you."
Just before her lungs burst she felt herself once again on solid ground.
"You don't get it," God thundered as Bridget coughed up water, "You say you lived in a hell on earth, that's how much you 'suffered'. Well, welcome to the real deal. You chose to be here and passed your earthly torture on to someone else. How does it feel?"
Bridget took a deep, shaky breath, "It feels good to actually have the reason why I'm being punished. Because, in life, the only thing that came close was that I had the audacity to exist. And Ross... He's just grieving. Give him a week or two and he'll be fine."
"Your wish is my command. Let's look at how he's doing a week after your death."
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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?
