I choked and threw up blood on the floor. My stomach hurts like hell. I could barely see with my swollen eyes. I feel so weak. I feel like dying. Tears started to prickle me but I quickly blinked them away. I fisted my small hands and stared at the sky. The light blinded me but I didn't mind.
Why?
That's the only question I could ask Him. Momma said not to question Him. That we should only trust Him. That He has a reason. Afterward, after all of this, we would be rewarded with greater things.
I want to be brave to ask Him more than a question why but I'm afraid. I don't want to go to hell. I don't want Him to be my enemy. I don't want to go to hell. Momma said it's everlasting torture.
This world is already hell but momma said I could still have a better life here. In hell, there's no
