My Savior

I always prayed to God. I never stopped hoping that he'd answer my prayers and send me an angel down from Heaven, and that this angellic being could take me away to Heaven -- if only, for a day. Just to let me stop feeling so anxious and afraid. I kept begging for that escape from my horrid parents and the hollow emptiness in my chest. Maybe I could be that angel, I could save myself, God is silent, I continued to assure myself. Somehow, within my own selfishness, I strongly believed it would be victory to take my own life. I was so ready to be done.

But then she came.