We didn't go to church often.
I didn't know if I believed in God.
But every so often my mother felt like it would be a good time to redeem herself.
And so she'd drag us to church.
At church I met Natalie.
She was a quiet girl with curly hair.
She was very religious and wore a cross on her necklace at all times.
I found it a little funny that she was so attached to something that so many people would tell her was fake.
I admired that she did it anyways.
She sits by me and my mother during the services.
She spends a lot of time praying silently to herself.
I decided to ask her what she was praying for.
"You," she said, "and for a long and happy life before you."
I looked at her. A long and happy life was no where in my future.
"Through God," she began, sensing my doubt, "all things are possible."
I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
But her faith.
It was astounding.
She truly believed God could heal me.
And she didn't even know what I was going through.
I wrote her a letter.
Natalie,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. Is there a heaven? Is there a God? I guess I'll find out soon. Do you think God, if he exists, will forgive me for what I've done. For being so selfish? Do you think the people I leave behind will forgive me too?
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R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
