A hand caressed my back. I turned around and saw Him. He smiled, sending a warm feeling throughout my body. "I heard you called me?" He said in a warm tone of voice.
"Of course you did... I'm here, aren't I?" I let out a giggle. He always knows when to show up when I need someone. "Of course I know when to show up, My Child. I am God after all."
He reads what's on my mind and knows what I need to hear. "Is it your family again?" He pretends that he does not know already so I can say what's on my chest. I nodded and scoffed lightly. "Mind telling me about it?"
"Well—" I was interrupted by a knock. My sister is home. I opened the door and she smiled at me. "You just stayed in our room the whole day?" She asked. I nodded. "Have you eat?" I said no and turned around. I don't want to see that pity in her face. Especially that she keeps implying that I'm overly dramatic and sick in the head if this happens with mom and dad.
"You know you can still talk to me." A voice said. I didn't said a word. I know it's God who's talking to me. "Just hang in there and you'll be out here in no time. Life is so much more than this, okay?"
"Okay... I'll try" I murmured. "What was that?" My sister asked. I said it's nothing, she looked at me for a while then when outside the room.
"That was a close one." God said and appeared right next to me. We stared at the ceiling together. A tear escaped my eye, and like always he noticed.
"Hey..." He said in the most comforting voice I have heard. "It's okay... Breathe... Just cry." Those words made my heart throb and more tears flowed from my eyes. "I know it's hard here but—"
"My mom thinks I'm stupid." I said. He went silent. He knew I'll talk.
"My Parents think I'm the spawn of The Devil... That I'm a slut and a bitch and—"
"You're not the spawn of The Devil..." He said, he grabbed my hand "You're my child. No way you're the spawn of The Devil... If anything, The Devile is your brother."
I chuckled and looked at him "What?"
"Lucifer is my child, that makes you siblings. Crazy, right?" I had to laugh. "Wow, okay? Hahahaha"
"What? it's true." He knows how to make me laugh at moments like this. He's the only one I can open up with, really. "Your sister's coming." He said.
I quickly went back to my old lying position and she walked in the door. "What were you laughing at?" She asked.
"Some memes." I flashed my phone to her showing my Facebook feed. She nodded and grabbed something before leaving once more.
I got up and looked around. God?
"Hey, Kiddo." He sat beside me. "You're okay now, I know you are." Yea, I am. "I'll be here again if you need me. I'm pretty busy."
He stood up and faced me, his expression is blank.
"You know... We both know... I'm not God?"
"Then why do you still call me?"
I have no one to turn to.
He didn't say anything. He just... Stared.
I stood up and locked the door. I stared back, another tear run down my cheek. My throat throbs from the pain.
"You... Can be anything I want to be. You can be The Devil, one of my friends, a blob, a dog... Anything really..."
Even though I know you're not real and you're just a figment of my imagination. Your face is blurred, your body deteriorates sometimes, and your physical touch is just air. I talk to you outloud both night and day when I'm alone or in the brink of hysteria because only you can make me sane. Only you can understand the shit fuckery I have been through. You don't look at me in pity or confusion, but you just understand. I don't know what you are... But I know I created you. But you are God to me... You are all good. You help me hold onto things that my don't make sense, and my life doesn't make any. I would be insane if you are anyone but God... You bring me comfort.
I blabbered off as I stared at the corner of my wall. I wiped my tears and went into the kitchen with a smile on my face.