"God didn't promise days without pain, sun without rain,

but He did promise strength for the day and light for the way.

The way to be safe, is to obey.

Pray, pray, pray."

Seeing that frame, that one frame with those two sentences on it, it made me shiver. Grandma never wanted me to do something I didn't want to. She wanted me to be happy. In my own way. But knowing being an atheist wasn't fun around her.

“You will go to hell if you don't pray to God, darling.”

Sadly, her God wasn't real. She used to describe her God as a tall, black creature, with thin arms and legs, that wanted her to pray every time she could.

If only she knew. If only she knew. If only she had listened.

I took the frame home, and went to bed.

[inhale]

[exhale]

[inhale]

[exhale]

[inh-]

A shortage of air woke me up.

It had come for me. I knew it the moment I woke up.

It had come to take me away, it’s chokehold as strong as a Black Mamba’s poison.

If I could only turn back time. Just 9 hours before now.

|9 hours before|

Mom: “Have you taken your medicine already?”

Me:“Huh, uh, yes.”

Mom: “Okay, be careful. See you later honey.”

Me: “Yea, bye.”

I hadn’t taken my pills. And grandma has been dead for over 6 years. That stupid mentalilness.