CHAPTER 1
I stepped out of the basement, and everyone I knew was gone, aside from the people who were considered the "bad influences" or the "cool kids". They were crying. A tear fell in my eye, and seconds later it felt like a waterfall started to pour out of my eyes. The same eyes that also showed me the millions of people rising in the sky and entering paradise. I start to rise. A wave of peace and love overwhelms me and I stop crying. I'm happy. I'm home. I start to smile and suddenly I fall. The air escapes my lungs and all of a sudden the peace turns into a horrid feeling.
Suddenly, I awoke. I look around and see my friends asking if I'm alright. I was screaming and trembling horribly. Dramatic enough? As they helped me up, they led me to the nurse. My frown deepens when the nurse says, "Stop dreaming in class, I'll call your mom. This is the second time in a week you have dreamed in class."
After that the rest of the day was a blur, honestly, I'm just happy I'm going home. As I walk by the corner store, I look in through the glass door and I see my classmates, laughing and in mini-groups. I sigh and look straight. I cross the road. I look back and see them walk the other way. It feels like I've been walking for years at this point, I look up and think about my day today. I haven't read my bible yet, honestly, I don't know if I even feel like it. I know, I know that sounds bad, but God knows I'm just tired so it's alright right?
The sun slightly beamed through my window right into my eyes waking me up with a warm sensation. I feel tired. Not mentally or physically but maybe spiritually? Before you call me crazy hear me out. Yesterday I didn't read my bible nor did I pray at all and to be completely honest the only time I ever really have any type of interaction or any thoughts related to God is my visions. My latest one was yesterday which was a pretty dramatic one, but it just felt so real. I yawn and finally get the energy to get up from my bed and get ready, I brush my teeth and brush my hair. I finally find an outfit I like and look in the mirror. If I'm being completely honest, I don't like what I see, it's not the outfit it's me. I take my outfit off and then I put on my favorite sweat pants and oversized t-shirt. I guess it looks ok. I walk out of my room and hug my dog goodbye.
"Eve sweetheart did you almost forget about me?" my mom says as she smiles warmly. She knows I hate the nickname Eve but I guess I won't complain cause who can be mad at someone with such a welcoming smile?
I hug her and chuckle saying "Of course not I'd never forget about you, Mom." Before walking to school, I hug her goodbye.
The day passed by pretty fast, today wasn't so bad. I brought my bible to school today and people just kept weirdly looking at me. It's alright though I couldn't care less. I unlock my door and step into the house. My mom welcomes me home with a warm hug.
"how was your day today Eve?" she says happily as she looks at me. I looked back at her emerald green eyes and thought to myself about how lucky I was to have the same eyes as her.
I look at her and smile. "it was great Mom." I say as I give her a peck on the cheek and run to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.
" I look gorgeous," I say to myself smiling as I look at my black silky hair, my green cat eyes, and my pale clear skin. I look away before I look too hard and start to not like what I see. I went to my room and lay down on my bed looking at the ceiling. I feel the urge to pray. It's a gut feeling, but it's urgent. I sit up and I put my hands together.
"Lord please give me clarity. I'm doubting your existence and honestly, I don't even know if I believe. Please show me your real." I say desperately. I start to feel my hands trembling, tears start to form in my eyes. They started to fall one by one, I was about to stop praying and just cry but as I tried to move my hands I felt a hand holding them together in prayer. It wasn't my mom, definitely not my dog and so there was only one more option. Jesus Christ had heard my prayer and let me feel his presence. I smile as I continue to keep my eyes closed and I start to feel the same feeling I had as I was raised in the dream I had in school that day.
Once again, I'm home.
