BelieveA Story by SophieI lean against the counter, biting off the cream from the double stuff Oreo, staring into nothing. I had a weird day, one of those days where you temporarily turn into a philosopher and contemplate the mysteries of the universe, one of those days. Those days tend to make me temporarily depressed, because I think of all the things wrong with the universe. God, I absolutely hate being wrong, its one of my fatal flaws as a human. Honestly, it actually doesn't bother me as much when I'm wrong, which then makes me a hypocrite. Great. And so the major problem with hating incorrect-ness, is anyone who thinks differently than me is immediately labeled with a big, red, WRONG in my brain. I practically bang my head against the fridge as I think about the newest person in that collection. My boyfriend. Why? Because he goes to church. DAMN YOU BRAIN! I stuff another Oreo into my mouth. But when he told me that it just got me going on a brain rampage consisting of many voices, all me, but all thinking at the same time. One screaming over and over WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! Another thinking, oh god, what if we get married, and have kids, and he wants our kids to got to church and then they'll be wrong! Another going SHUT UP! And yet another going, just because he goes to church doesn't mean he's wrong, you idiot, stop being such and awful person. This happens much too often. And I snapped at him, I said- well, honestly? My brain was talking too much and I don't know what could have possibly come from my hypocritical mouth. All I know is that he kind of recoiled, the people that could hear me stared, and he just walked away, leaving my brain yapping with brand new voices of confusion and terror. The phone rings as I nervously stuff the fourth Oreo into my pie-hole. I answer it. “Hewwo?” I say, muffled by the cookie in my mouth. “Hi, Sadie, it's Brian.” He sounds... I don't know how he sounds, I'm not good at detecting emotion. “Oh. Hi Brian.” I say, my voice getting small. He's going to break up with me, I know it, because of my stupid brain. “I know you're going to break up with me, I just want you to know, I'm really sorry for what I said, like, so sorry. It was offensive, and awful, and-” I still don't know what I said, I'm just assuming it was offensive. “It's okay, all you said was that you don't believe in God, it's not a huge deal. I was just a little confused, you know? I've never met someone so honest.” He laughs. My brain goes into rant mode, “Sometimes I don't know what to believe, and honestly, I don't think I actually believe in anything. It would be nice to maybe have a religion, to believe something like that, to have a cushion for the painful truth that is death. But to my mind, to how I was raised, believing in a god is about as easy as believing in a purple unicorn with three horns that floats around and makes bad people turn into broccoli. Which, by the way, would be freaking awesome. But I want, so, so desperately, to believe in something for once, to not just be alone in this universe, this cold, endless, lonely starlit universe.” I finally shut up. “That's okay, really. But I have something for you to believe in.” I let out a puff of breath, “What?” “Believe that I love you, your quirks and all.” © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on August 31, 2012 Last Updated on August 31, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
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