1 Prologue

Annoyed Enough

He -God- must've been.

Cause all he had to do was blink and the moon melted into blood and the sun was no more. The only light around were streetlights as crowds of people ran from nothing. They were caught already.

Drunks drank their last drink and killed themselves, smokers lit their last cigarette and burned themselves before they took the knives from the drunks and stabbed themselves to death.

Cheaters repented, but it was too late; they couldn't reverse time.

The atheists looked up into the darkness, sharing their last kiss with their loved ones.

A trumpet blew loud and gloriously.

The screams of those who knew where they were placed grew louder.

What about the people who's rights outweighed their wrongs, but were bad people? And those who didn't believe, but did no wrong?

Where would they be placed?

So many questions left unanswered.

Another trumpet blew.

One more left.

Those who hadn't heard the first were already doomed.

It was time. The rapture has taken place.

Those who sinned went to the left, and the good, to the right.

I can't say my family was exactly good-hearted. Of course, we gave into temptation, but it was only to things that we knew we couldn't resist. Like sex.

Me, on the other hand, my wrongs outweighed my rights, but I am goodhearted.

I believed in doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

So should I be placed on the left, or right?

And what about the rest of us?

Would we make it to heaven?

The Earth shook as I ran. Why was I even running? I ran from nothing, but I had to keep up with my family.

We were Christians, but not perfect ones.

We feared God, especially me.

Maybe that's why I ran. Maybe he was chasing me.

The last trumpet blasted and people were lifted into the air.

Screams erupted.

They cried for their lives, literally.

I was peaceful as I joined the other spirits into the clouds. My mother told me to be peaceful about most things.

That's why I didn't date or marry, because I didn't want to yell all the time.

That's why I carried myself as a woman, because I am, and I don't have time for arguing.

I didn't have any time left, and that's what scared me, that I was gonna die.

I imagined what death was like, and it was scary.

Imagine that you weren't in reality, you're body, your mind, or your soul wasn't where you wanted it to be. Imagine surrounding yourself in complete darkness without any hope of returning home.

I looked up to hear a voice saying; "Come, oh children, to be judged."

Everyone was astonished at the sight of god; it was like nothing you'd ever seen.

He truly was a spirit.

You could see the scars from the thorns, and the peirce in his side. My eyes widened at the sight of him as he blinked.

Is this Jesus?

Then, there was a large screen exposing all the wrong doing of each person in the blink of an eye. The people parted as they were astonished at various wrongs and rights.

Murders.

Kidnappings.

Homicides.

Theft.

Killing innocent people; raping them.

People cried more than screamed at this point.

I didn't, though. I rather watched, intruiged.

I was suddenly yanked to the side, but I wasn't paying attention to which. Every soul looked up at god.

An Arabian's Allah.

A Greek's Zeus.

A Christian's God.

An Atheist's new hell.

It caught my attention as my rights and wrongs were being displayed. There weren't that many wrongs, but there were quite a few. I decided I lived a pretty fair life, but it didn't feel like it.

The screen went through the rest of my family.

Bodies dropped to the ground as fire began to burn down houses and buildings.

Dear God, please don't let me fall back into that sinful world. It rotates with sin. I don't want it, I don't need it.

I closed my eyes and mouthed my last prayer.

When I opened my eyes, my eldest Brother Luke fell to the ground. My mother cried for him, extending her hand to him but their hands never touched.

My eyes watered as I watched him fall to hell, but I never fell.

I never fell, and I'm thankful for that.

I began to thank god silently, whispering my thanks.

There were eight of us living in one home, so that's two parents and six children.

Luke was only Twenty, he hadn't even lived his life yet.

It scares me, thinking about this. I know there's no reason to be scared, but I'm so terrified.

My younger sister Jade fell. That's when I started crying.

"Jade!" I cried. "My Jade!" If I could fall to my knees, I would, But I'm scared I might fall.

More bodies dropped, It was like half of the population had fallen.

My Jade, My Luke, and now..... my father.

"No, dad!" He looked at me with sad eyes as he mouthed the words "I love you" as he fell. I cried even louder then. I wretched my eyes out, screamed; I cried.

If there was ever a favorite in my family, it would be my father.

Mom was like the sun, and my father, the moon. So cool and calm.

Then someone else fell. Another sister, Anna.

Then my twin, Lane.

Then my mother.

And I cried so hard it hurt my eyes. I'd never had my heart broken like this before. It hurt. My chest hurt.

There was only me and my only other brother, Blake.

I glided over to him and hugged him tight.

We cried in each other's arms.

There was a sudden silence.

Blake and I looked at God as we collapsed against nothing into darkness.

Did we fall?

Did we sin badly too?

Was doing the wrong thing for the right reason that badly a sin?

Am I going to hell?

I'm scared.