Why I Don't Believe In God
by Emily

You are back, back yet again at the worst moment in your life.

You are clutching a crying Sarah to your chest trying to convince the unfamiliar nervous man with the shaking hands to put down the gun.

The other kids are scared, you can practically feel the waves of fear coming off them, but they are huddled behind you, utterly silent.

You glance out the window and see Him, in the familiar cute boy form.

Then, with no warning, there is in quick succession: sound, light, pain, blood.

The image of his passive face as Sarah jerks and falls silent is burned forever into your mind.

Adam knows she sometimes has horrible nightmares, about His missions so he isn ‘t surprised when his wife's screams wake him.

Joan was nineteen when He suggested she volunteer at an under funded daycare facility. It was because of her that the all but one of the children survived when the gunman took them hostage. The child that died however, a shy three-year-old girl named Sarah, actually died in her arms. The bullet went through Joan's hand and into Sarah's head, splattering the toddler's brains all over Joan.

Adam holds her tightly as she sobs and wonders about a deity that could put an innocent teenage girl through that.

END.

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