I saw Hell today. I did. Honestly I'm having a really hard
time processing what I saw. And I don't know if I really want to write it
because then it will be true. Help me God. Forgive me.
I was up in the
Observatory. That's what I call it anyway. It’s basically a room of
windows on the top of the house on our end. You can look in every
direction and see something different. Well today, I was watching The
Projects. I don't know why I am drawn to this side. I just am. But
today it wasn't the normal pull to watch the degenerates there. Today was
instinct, a need, a must. I was in the middle of my painting and I just
threw the brush down and ran up here. No reason. Just did it.
I usually stroll around the room, starting out on the west side and
circle around to end up on the south side. But not today. I turned
and immediately went to the south. That's where it happened.
I didn't have my binoculars
but I could see a small child, I think a boy, thrown out of an open door.
The door slammed and the boy banged his fist on the door, crying and
screaming. The door didn't open. He finally gave up and sat on the
steps and cried. Then the door opened and I saw an arm reach out. I
thought he was going to be let back in, but something caught the fading light
as it swished through the air. The boy doubled over and fell hard.
I yelled, I reached for him. I got in my car and tore out of the
drive. I was only a little ways away. I could make it. I
drove. I didn't know where I was going. Back alleyways and people
running in front of me. I screamed at them wildly, almost running over a
shopping cart in my effort to swerve the streets. Then I was there.
He was there, on the ground. No one around. No one but me.
It was a little boy. Maybe 7, 8. He was holding his middle and there was
blood, so much blood. He reached out to me. I held his hand, trying
to find some way to help. He looked at me weakly. "I see you"
he said "you watch from the windows, The Angel." he grew weaker as he
spoke. "My sister" he choked and groaned, "save my sister,
Angel." I pulled him onto my lap, rocking him and holding him.
"You’re going to be ok" I cooed. "It’s alright."
"Save my sister" his eyes stared into mine and I couldn't look away
"promise... my sister...” he gave a gargling breath, coughed, and lay
still. Blood was still dripping. I was covered. But I was
mad. I was sad. I was scared out of my mind. I wretched and carried
the boy to my car, carefully laying him on the back seat. I covered him
in a blanket.
He’s in the
garden. I buried him there. In the dark. I sang him
a song, read him a verse, and gave him to Jesus. Rest now child. Find
peace. I will free your sister. And all of the children treated
like you were. I saw the bruises, and burns. I watched you
faithfully walk to school and walk home carrying food for your family. I
watched and did nothing when you were tossed into the street. God help
me. I could, no should, have saved you. Be at peace.
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