And The Next Book Bit....

i started asking him questions, like, why did this happen to me? what sort of "plan" is this? i beleive in god, and i know his rules. i know how it says that if you do something wrong, he is disapointed. i knew about his covenants, how he promised to not brinng harm in certain ways. but to me, all that had happened was like god breaking the covenant to my emotions. when my mother died, the waves of my life began to swirl and darken, but when my father died, the waves grew and grew, until they crashed down and broke the lock to my actions. i was out of control with sudden anger, then sadness. the other employees in the B.C.F looked at me as if i was going mad.but what was i to do? i had no one left.

one day i was coming back from work to my little apartmaent i had bought from a couple months of working long days at the B.C.F. i had had an especially bad day, and i was getting to the point of cursing god, when jumped me from behind. he took my paycheck i was holding in my hand, and ran towards a tall skyscrapper. i was not going to let this man make my life any more miserable than today had been, so i shouted into the night for help. when none came, i ran towards where the man had run. just as i rounded a sharp corner, i saw a door close quietly out of the corner of my eye. i swiftly tip-toed towards the door. i opened it a crack and saw the whole inside was dark, and i could not make out anything inside. i decided i had gone far enough, an to turn back was my best option. just as i was about to close the door, a hand reached out, lightning fast, and grabbed my shirt. i was pulled inside, and pushed to the floor. all i can remember next, was a light turning on, feet coming towards me, a foot swinging back, then forward, then pitch black darkness.