Ravioli

I laid down on my bed. My pillow was already soaking, but I did not attempt to dry my tears. A whole night had passed of just staring and crying. The lifeless faces of my parents danced hauntingly around me. I shook my head and sat down at my desk.

Pulling out my laptop, I typed in the password and froze. Of course, my parents needed to be on my home screen. I choked back another breakdown, before clicking on the internet and typing a very common question.

'How to move on'

1220 results

I scrolled down for a bit, before finding a certain article.

Confide in God.

God? Mom and Dad always said there is more than one god. I click on the article and read it.

If you find yourself in desperate times, you may require somebody to confide in. Our lord and saviour provides comfort and fortune for those who choose to confide in him.

Who? I think for a moment. I've always felt better after talking to someone, but I've never had anyone to talk to except my parents.

This is a great idea, except I don't know how to do this. If there is more than one God, and I need to confide in a God, do I have to choose? What religion do I choose? I sigh and start typing my next question.

'Religions'

1498 results

I scroll down and skim over all of the names. None of them seem to be of any help until I see it.

Raviolianism

Huh. Never heard of that one before. 

I click out of interest and read. 

Raviolianism is there to help those who have lost their way in life, and redirect them down a better path, and find their inner pasta. You will be okay. You will be free. You will be ravioli.

I will be ravioli.

I close my laptop and think once more. 

"Maybe this is who I'm meant to be..." I think to myself.

That's it.

I'm going to go outside, and show the world that I. am. ravioli.

I stand up and swing my door open. I march out of my room for the first time in 15 hours, and ran down the street. I didn't know where I was going, but this feels really cool, so I'm going to keep doing it.

I find myself at a cliff, staring into the sunrise.

Oh yeah. 

That's pretty cool.

I sit myself down and look at the water below me. 

It's glistening. 

This feels right (and did I mention HELLA cool?!).

I could practically SMELL my parents looking down at me.

"Hey, Ana!"