The problem with life

Chapter two

Three years later......

My mom decided to take me to church. She said "you need Christ in your life." I just rolled my eyes, but didn't argue. I didn't feel like it. So she loaded my wheelchair into the car and drove me to youth group.

"This is the day, this is the day that the lord hath made." I could hear horrible singing from the youth building.

"Do I have to go?" I complained as a I sat in the car while she got my wheelchair out.

"Yes, it'll be good for you." She replied, bringing my wheelchair to the passenger side. I sighed and let her put me in my chair. I wheeled myself to the open door, and she called out to me in a sing-song voice, "Hey, make a friend!"
I groaned and entered the building.

I sat in the back of the room, the only place my wheelchair could fit. No one would talk to me but I got plenty of sympathetic looks from the adults. I was so tired of the sympathy. A guy who looked to be a forty year old virgin with a beer belly and balding hair stood up with a bible in his hand.
"Hey everybody," he said with a shaky voice. " I see a lot of new people hear tonight. Why don't we introduce ourselves? I'll go first. My name is Brian. I'm the youth pastor and I love anime."
Of course you do.  I thought to myself. So we went around the room introducing ourselves. Finally it got to be my turn for hell.
"Listen I really don't want to be here. I don't need your sympathy or help. It won't matter I'm gonna die soon."
"And what's you're name?" Brian said hesitantly.
With an audible sigh I responded simply, " Vannah."

The time that I was stuck there went so fucking slow. All they talked was about "Jesus" and "how much he loves us". Bullshit. If he loved us there would be no death, cancer, poverty. I wouldn't be paralyzed. Finally my time in weekly hell was over. I got out as soon as I could. Surprise surprise my mother was sitting right where I left her three hours ago, reading a book. She heard me coming and got out.
"So was it fun?!" She asked way to enthusiastically.
I stopped and looked at her. She picked me up and put me in the car before putting my chair away.