It didn't feel like I was asleep. More like I blinked. I opened my eyes, to find myself at the trailer. The trailer I had spent most of my life in. I panicked and searched for my phone, blindly feeling under the blanket. Nothing. Alone, in my empty room. A sudden bang on my door swung it open. I was expecting to see Pops, but God was standing in the door way. He motioned me to follow Him. I got up out of bed. Suddenly dizzy, I mumbled, "All my life." We sat down in the living room. "Then why didn't you? I see the good in your bad. But your entire life continuing to lie. I thought you were like Peter." I could feel pressure building in my entire face. I exploded, tears blasting from my eyes, "I am literally a rock. Crying out. Clinging to salvation." "Go ahead and let that go. It's okay. Let it out", He gave me a gut check. I doubled over in pain. He told me, "This is Your Cup. Take and drink. This is My blood." So short with me, I had it coming. Always so outspoken, so passionate. Or maybe just furious. "I was just doing what I thought was right", I said it thinking back. I saw me cutting my thumb and smearing it on a page in my notebook. But a different voice entered my head, "I really like Superman. He's strong. He saves people. His symbol on his chest. He was a symbol of hope. Even rose from the dead and beat the bad guys. Remind you of anyone?" Jesus instantly popped into the room. Sitting across from me, "I can feel Our Spirit in you." He looked into my eyes like a mirror. The exact same deep brown. The type that turned into a shimmering gold when light hit them directly, "But you never let go of that other side." A fourth man walked in from the hall. The closer he got I could feel the room shrinking, lights growing dim. The trailer normally reeked, but the stench coming off of the man grew. Like he had rolled around in a pile of dead bodies from the Black Plague. "Hey there, boy. Good to see you. Finally coming to terms with all your works, huh", he laughed. His smile from cheek to cheek, straight white teeth. One just crooked. First one in the middle to the right. Just like mine, I thought. He asked me calmly, " so, you decided on who's side you're on?" . I noticed something. I still had free will. All the questions are mine to answer. My own thoughts and opinions. My own personal feelings that run deep in my bones. "every time I ever spoke for you, I was laughed at. And I think it's good to laugh at yourself. After all I deserved it. I just could never live up. It was like chasing a shadow", I started to laugh. God and Jesus even started to crack a little. "I think you have your answer, Lucifer", God let out. He looked at me and smiled. "He May have signed a contract. When he was 16. And it may have been ridiculous to think, that if he ever lived for Us he might get those things, right? That materialistic lifestyle", Jesus questioned. He was on fire. It's like His every word moved. He continued to flow, "My blood. My body. A sacrifice." He looked at me, weeping, "He has accepted his salvation. He didn't pray to you, he served My Father. Faithfully. He has received the Kingdom." I started crying again. It was softer, tears streaming down my face to the ends of my mouth. Flowing enough, it felt like I was drinking water. "That's not how this works you two, he signed. Blood and ink. His souls mine", that serpent boasted. He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall. Opening what would've been Pops bedroom door, a staircase led down to a massive room. Piano chops over an 808 bass vibrant in the air. I walked down a few steps to see a few women in booty shorts and crop tops. Some were lounging on this huge couch, rolling blunts and taking selfies of themselves. A few sitting at the bar top and conversing in hums. One was even in the kitchen cooking. "They've been waiting for you, master", Mephistopheles growled lowly in my ear, "ready for whatever, whenever. See, down here, you're in charge. You control everything." He tapped me with his elbow. I decided to test the waters. I looked at one and snapped twice. The Latina brunette I was pointing at focused her attention to me and walked over. She got on her knees in front of me and started rubbing my thigh. "Nice, huh", he cackled as he turned into vapor. I snapped at the one rolling the blunt and she walked over. But something was wrong with her movement. It was too mechanical. She lifted the blunt to the lighter to light it and held it at an angle, her entire body tense. I noticed her eyes open wide, and could see the blood shot was increasing. Her right eye twitched a little. I looked down at the one taking selfies. She was stuck in one position, this petite blond with her hair chopped in lingerie. Her arms up in the air over her body, turned and bent all out of shape. The one left by herself at the bar top, back facing me. She was hunched over. I stepped towards her, only to see she was hunched over her glass. Licking the inside of it, like she was trying to get every last drop. The piano grew softer as the 808 starred blaring. The room started spinning, like someone hit rinse cycle. I was having flashbacks, from my life. Every girl, every breakup, every heartbreak. Hers or mine. I felt like I was choking on it all, water flooding the room. Flooding me up to the roof within seconds I gasped my last breath and dove under. I knew what I had to do. "Save me Son of God," I forced out into the water. Nothing but screech and muffle. I was seized and ripped out of the tide. "Ye of little faith. You lost sight of me", the voice said as I reached the top. I heard thunder rumble softly, and lightning flashed into blank again. Static shocking my body. All I could feel was my heartbeat. Bu-bum bum. Bu-bum bum.
