God|| muke au

2.6

Michael

"I can't tell him." I kept saying as I paced back and forth in my room.

I walked up to the window and looked over to Luke's room.

I saw him lying there looking even more sick than he had the day before.

Tears began to form in my eyes as I let the shades fall away from my fingers that held it back.

I then fell to my knees.

I didn't want to break Luke's heart.

I looked over to my walls and stared at the papers that were on them. I rose from my knees and began to tear the pages of the bible down from the walls.

"You're a fake!" I yelled tearing the pages into smaller pieces. "You fucking lair! I always believed you could help people! You lied! You can't do anything!"

I then fell back to my knees and felt the tears run down my face.

God was now my worst enemy.

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note; I'm crying again.