Merveille

It started with a flash, a flash of pain.

i ran to escape the pain. i ripped off everything that i thought could hurt me.

Slipping into the lightest burden of clothing, I searched for a place where the pain would cease. 

I turned and changed my mind so much.

The pain had consumed my mind along with the rest of me.

Words became unutterable. Wails of pain leaked from my lips.

I whispered for help but none had heard.

Pain consumed, I shouted once more, soon answered, soon worried about.

Confusion began to arise.

Pain and confusion took me 'til my entire being struggled to block it out, force it out of me.

Wails and  coughs, unquenching pain.

I rolled on the floor in pain, desperate, in complete misery.

I couldnt lay straight, the pain was too much.

I was forced to curl up in pain, gripping my hair for a grasp of something familiar.

A thin sheet of moisture covered my face uncomfortably.

I stared at my hands in misery.

My skin was hot, moist, red, trembling.

Words were exchanged above me.

Prayers by my mother banged in my ears.

All my sins swam in my head.

Could this be a punishment?

Had something dark and supernatural taken over my being?

Were demons ripping me to pieces inside, punishing me for my faith? Stopping me from my mission?

Pleas filled my mind.

The pain continued.

My hands had stopped trembling.

The moisture had slid off my face to my clothes.

I could move now, but still held by the pain.

My shrieks were useless.

The pain had decreased a tad, but it was still unbearable.

I laid down once more in even more pain.

I had given up.

Then I awoke.

I had curled again.

I was gripping for pain but there was none to be found.

I explored myself.

The pain was gone.

I smiled.

My best friend had intervened.

I whispered once again, "thank you, Jesus."