She grew up near the beach, it was paradise. You know how they describe them. Swaying palm trees, white sandy beaches, blue sapphire seas, the ocean stretching out as far as her eyes could see… and the coolest part – It was all hers! Not much tourists ventured out that far, so there she could dream, and make up stories, and find secret places, and laugh, and sing, and swim. She loved swimming. A dolphin – that’s what they called her. Sometimes, when it was low tide, the ocean dries up so much that she could literally walk all the way out to the edge […]
She’d pray each night. Wasn’t there a God out there? Doesn’t Jesus love her anymore? Why does He allow bad things to happen to good people?
She prayed for years, each night, the same prayer. But with each passing year, her prayers grew less and less until one day she just stopped praying…Her faith in an Omnipresent, Omnipotent, Omniscient God ended in disappointment. Maybe her suffering wasn’t that important enough to make a dent in God’s busy schedule…
She remembers how she would sit in the dark on her bed, her back against the cold wall, and her eyes on the door. Sometimes, she would wish that there were locks on the door, but how could she ask for one? or to Whom should she ask for a lock?
It would always start the same, silent foot steps except for that creak on that loose floor board, and her heart would start pounding, as the handle of the door starts turning.
Sometimes, he would just look at her and then saunter away, other times, he would say he came to give her a goodnight kiss. […]
Why is it that most times, it’s the people that are nearest to you that hurt you the most? Sometimes, she wonders why he had to pick her. At the tender age of 12, her world came crushing down around her. That was when she found out that people aren’t always what they seemed to be. He was suppose to protect her, to be her shield, to be her hero. But instead, he left her broken, bent, an empty shell of what once used to be a vibrant young child. Life is cruel sometimes, and sometimes, the cry for help is drowned out by people […]