Suddenly, she was stunned back into reality, as she heard the front door slam shut.  She bolted towards the hallway, not caring about what little she was wearing.  From the railway, at the end of the hall, she could see Eric standing outside of his running truck, two-stories below her.  Cole hadn’t approached the vehicle, except that Eric had sensed a presence from above, as he looked up directly to where Lisa was standing.  He looked boldly into her tear-streaked face.  He stood silently for a moment, locked in the thought before Cole approached him, throwing his blue duffle bag into the cab of the white beat-up 1970 For.

Cole noticed Eric’s gaze towards the landing, noticing Lisa.  He smiled slightly, raising his hand to say goodbye.  Lisa wasn’t about to return the sarcastic gesture.  She didn’t wave, she didn’t want to say anything at all.   She was too tired.  All she coud do was to stand there, her hand frozen onto the handrail, too scared to move.  She was terrified.  What would her future look like without the only man she had ever loved?  He was her future.  How could he just leave her behind like that?  He was acting as if he was just going to the store of that she had never really meant anything to him at all.  They had history behind them; why had he dismissed it so easily?  She didn’t understand.  She realized that noting mattered to her without Cole in her life.

She wanted to die.  “Please God, let me die!”  She prayed out loud.  She meant it too, with every ounce of her soul.

In sadness, she watched Eric and Cole pull away from the curb, heading towards the busy street.  A deep, angry strength suffocated her existence as she visualized God.  She wouldn’t die because God wouldn’t have been that kind.  God was a cruel God and angry God.

Lisa would live.  She would be left alone to live in hell.  She would be like this for a long, long time.  God had taken her out of heaven and had sent her to hell.

Written By:  Ask Ms Mandi