April 17

The Void

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The darkness engulfs me when I wake, when I sleep, when I eat, and when I walk. It surrounds me like a blanket. Many writers have called it “The Void,” but I call it my friend.

“Hon, are you doing alright?” I hear the concern in my mother’s voice.

“Yes, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking?” I could hear the worry in my mother’s voice. She associated thinking as bad ever since the accident that took my eyesight. She always feared that I’ll become depressed.

“Yes, I was thinking about what I need to get done today, mom.” I could hear my mom visibly relax next to me.

I heard the doctor walk into the room. “How are you doing Patricia?” The doctor drew closer to me. “Are you settling in with your Guide Dog, Kip?”

“Yes sir.” I smiled up at the doctor. “He is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.”

“That’s good.” The doctor coughed awkwardly. “Have you had any nightmares?”

I frowned. “No, should I have?”

My mom stiffened next to me. “That’s enough!” Mom’s voice pitched higher. “We don’t need to go into that.”

I was puzzled even more. What was my mom afraid of? “I don’t remember anything.” I touched my mother on the arm. I could feel her shake and smelled the sweat. I drew my hand away.

“Are you sure, Patricia?” The doctor asked. He didn’t sound convinced.

My mother stood up. “I told you that we do not need to discuss this. If she doesn’t remember, why should we make her remember?”

The doctor’s voice was calm and collected. “Mrs. Rose, why don’t you leave the room? I can make sure Patricia can find her way out.”

“No, I will not leave my daughter.” My mom sat back down. “I’ll let you interrogate her all you want.”

“Mom? Aren’t we at the doctor’s office?” I felt my alarm rise.

“Don’t be afraid honey. They are going to ask you some questions?” My mom’s voice sounded forced like she was clenching her teeth.

Alarm shot through me. “I don’t know anything!” I nearly shouted. Kip realized my distress and snuggled closer to my feet.

“Patricia, we believe that the accident was a cover up.”

“Cover up?” I whispered. I couldn’t remember anything from that night. My mom always referred to it as the “accident,” nothing else. She was close-lipped about the whole thing. I had been in the hospital for months after the incident and I still could not remember anything. It had been swallowed by the void that I lived in.

“Yes, your uncle was not all that he seemed.” I felt the pain lance through me. My uncle had been everything to me–everything. All I knew was that I had been driving during that fateful day. The nurses told me the facts, but I couldn’t remember anything myself.

“All I know is what the nurses told me. I’ll live with the guilt forever.” My mother’s touched my arm. I could feel her comfort, but the tears still fell from my eyes.

“We need that information that your uncle had.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I whispered. “I see nothing. All I see is the blackness that surrounds me.”

I felt the doctor lean forward. Frustration was evident in his voice. “You must remember something.”

“I’ve racked my brains every day trying to remember. I asked the Lord to restore my memory, but he has deemed to not allow it.” I yanked my hair in frustration. “All I want to know is the answers too, doctor. Why was I driving, not my uncle? Why were we on a back road going 80 mph? Why? Why? Why?”  I screeched the last words.

I got up. Kip stood up and nudged me. Dead silence reigned in the room. I thought cynically how they did not know what to do with a deranged teenager that had just lost her uncle, the one source of light in the deep void that now surrounded her. Could they see how lost I was? Or where they clinically trying to see if I was telling the truth?

The doctor touched my arm. “Patricia, we want to help you. You need to help us first.”

His hand felt cold, clinical, and calculated on my arm. I felt the shiver run up my spine.

“What do I need to do?” I felt the desperation in my voice. I knew that I was begging for help out of this void that surrounded me.

“You can become one of us.”  I drew away from him and towards my mother. I could feel the tension in her as I stood next to her.

“Please don’t.” My mom seemed to plead. “Don’t take her too. You’ve already taken my brother.”

“Mrs. Rose.” The doctors voice made my mom reconsider her begging. She remained silent.

“Who are you?” I asked cautiously.

“We are a spy group.”

My mom groaned. “I’ve lost her.” she muttered.


March 30

The Wedding Crash

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I stood across from the girl of my dreams. We had planned this from our childhood. Her beautiful face looked radiant today. Today was our day, nothing could spoil it. Seriously, I can’t remember who is in the audience. Does it matter? My soon-to-be-wife is standing right before me. I could see the scatter of freckles across her face that she tried to hide with makeup. I could see her hair curled elegantly and swept up in a bun. Her fingers clenched in my hands. I could feel the slight trembling of her feet. Our hearts beat as one.

My attention was drawn to the minister. He asked if anyone objected to this wedding. A tense second passed as I clenched my toes in my shoes. Why wasn’t the minister saying anything? I looked up  and saw my spy partner or should I say ex-spy partner standing in the aisle. The whole room was silent.


“Hi Josh!” My partner flipped her hair behind her and grinned at my bride. “Did you miss me?”She seemed oblivious that every eye was on her and me when she walked up the stairs. “I don’t mean to be rude, but there is a very good chance that in about two minutes that window will blow out.”

“Josh….what is going on?” My bride had a horror-stricken face. She pulled her hands from me. “Who is she?” She said the words with a shutter.

“My name is Tiffany, Tiff for short. We work together.” Tiff extended her hand, but Rose refused to touch her. I could see open repulsion in her eyes.

Rose did not seem to understand. “What are you doing at MY wedding” Rose’s voice screeched in the quiet chapel. For the first time my eyes drifted to the chapel seats that were filled with family and friends. Great, they had their phones out. Everyone was whispering and I could tell that Rose was about to start crying. My eyes glared at Tiff.

She gave a half smile. “We have a minute-and-a-half,” chimed Tiff. I felt my frustration bubble inside of me.

“Tiff, not that I’m not grateful that you are here to save my life, but couldn’t you have picked a better time than my wedding day to crash.”

“You’ve made some terrible enemies, Josh.” Tiff quirked her eyebrows at me. “Did you really think by getting married  it would solve the problem?”

The explosion cut off my retort. I heard screams through the billowing smoke. I grabbed Rose’s hand.

“We need to go…NOW!” I screamed.

I rushed out the door with Rose hot on my heels. Tiff took the lead and pulled out a pistol.

“What’s going on?” screamed Rose. She scrambled over the exploded glass trying to keep up with me in her wedding dress.

“I meant to tell you on our honeymoon, sweetie. Um…”
“He’s a spy and his cover was blown.” Tiff answered for me. “You don’t need to fear about me. He is head-over-heels for you.” Tiff seemed to think that that would solve the problem.

“How did they find me?” I asked Tiff.

Tiff pushed me into a limo and pushed Rose after me. She leaped into the car after me.

The gunshots came closer.”There was a leak.” Tiff gave me a meaningful look. “Thankfully I found out about it and was able to warn you.”

Rose clung to me. I could feel that she was trembling slightly. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her dress was tattered.  “Give me a gun.”

I gave her an incredulous look. “What?”

“Give ME A GUN” She screamed the last part of the sentence. Tiff handed her a gun. She clenched the gun in her hands.

“You ruined my wedding day, Tiff.” Tiff grinned in response. She didn’t seem to understand the ire that was raised by my bride.
“And you, Josh, should have let me into your little secret. But…I’ll forgive you because you are not the only one with secrets, Josh.”

March 1

I Hear You

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The beeping of an annoying machine is the first thing that I heard. I can’t see, but I can hear everything that is going on around me. I can hear the doctor lean over me to check a vital sign. The scribbling of his pen against the paper grated my ears.

“She looks like she is still fine.” The doctor moved away from me. He had a slight limp and a little bit of a lisp in his voice.

“Why is she still in a coma? It has been three weeks.” I could hear the frustration and fear in the voice of my husband. I heard his breath as it must have caressed my face, but could not feel it. This did not alarm me as much as the news that I had been in a coma for three weeks. Doesn’t everyone exist like I exist? My reality was tethered very loosely on the here and now. I knew that the man that sat next to my bed was my husband and that he loved me, but I could not bring up the memories of anything else.

“She has been in a bad car accident. I am unsure whether or not that she will be fully functional when she does wake up.” The doubt and clinical way the doctor stated those bare facts, made me want to scream at him. I could perfectly understand what he he was saying.

Rick shifted in his seat. I felt excitement bubble inside of myself. I could remember his name. A few other memories started to float in my head. “I’m not giving up hope. The Lord can do anything.”

“I would not put my hopes in God if I where you. He rarely answers prayer.” The cynicism of the voice made me feel cold all over. How could he not believe when I felt the Lord near me at all times.

“He always answers prayer, but not sometimes in the way we expect it.” Rick’s voice sounded strong and adamant. I felt a bubble of pride for my husband.

The doctor laughed. “That is what they all say before something happens to their loved ones. They all believe and then turn away from him.”

“Yes, many people fall away during a tragedy. They often forget that the Lord suffered more when he died for their sins. Job says that the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. I will never leave my Savior that cared enough for me to die.”

The doctor seemed to step back from the impassioned speech. “Well, you can believe what you want to believe.”

“I’ll pray for you.” Rick stated simply. “I hope that you will one day know and understand what I believe in.”

The doctor laughed uneasily and backed away. “I need to go check up on some other patients.” I heard the quick clip of the doctors shoes on the floor.

I felt Rick lean over me and kiss my forehead. “Dear Heavenly Father, your will be done.” I felt his tears on my face. I willed myself to wake up, to see the man that so desperately loved the Lord, even if it meant giving me up.

My eyes beheld the most glorious sight when they did open.


February 23

The Lie

“I’d love to go out for coffee but my  grandmother just fell and needs to go to the hospital!”

I bit my bottom lip as I sent that blatant lie to my current boyfriend. I say current boyfriend because I cannot seem to hold a boyfriend for very long because of my constant moving and the secrets that shroud my life. I pulled my eyes away from my phone to gather up my car keys and duffle bag. In a couple days I’ll have to text Tim and tell him that I no longer live in the area. I glanced behind me at the empty apartment. The empty apartment reflected my life currently–empty, bleak, without life. My phone buzzed.

“I hope your grandmother is all right, considering that they are both dead. What is really going on?”

I shut my eyes and sighed. Apparently Tim had heard me more than I thought. My phone buzzed again.

“I’m outside the apartment if you want to talk.”

I nearly threw my phone out the window when I read the text. Here! Now! How do I explain an empty apartment? 

“Hello?” I heard the voice outside my apartment door. “Natalie, we need to talk. Please let me in.” How come I got stuck with the boyfriend that actually listened and read in between the lines of the text? I heard an audible sigh on the other side of the door. “Don’t make me break down this door.” I almost snorted in laughter. If only he knew that I could probably hurt him far worse then he could hurt me. I debated climbing out the window, but realized that ten floors up would be hard to get down, even with my expertise.

I pulled open the door and nearly startled Tim who had been leaning against the door. “Hi Tim!” I grounded out, trying to give him a smile that looked sincere. I pulled the door closed behind me so that he could not see the empty apartment behind me.

“Hey.” He looked uncertainly at me. “Why are you acting so strange?”

Me, act strange. He was the one that showed up at my apartment when I clearly didn’t want to go out with him tonight. “Sorry, I’m not feeling good tonight.”

He immediately softened. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could just have a movie night.” He went to open the door behind me, but I blocked him. My heart raced as I stared into his eyes. “I can’t tonight.” I whispered. “I need to be alone.” He nodded his head looking complex. His brown eyes hardened slightly and I saw the pain flash in his eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I caused him to hurt. For a second, I hated my job, hated that I needed to lie. For just one second, I thought of how my life could be different. How I could have stayed and fallen in love with Tim.

He backed up. I felt the barrier start to go up. I felt the wall of pain and felt a sharp pain in my heart. “Okay.” He turned around and walked away. I was stunned. He didn’t say, ‘see you later’ or ‘I hope you feel better.’ He knew that he would never see me again. I almost wanted to run after him and apologize–almost.

I entered into my apartment and grabbed the bag that now felt heavy and unwanted. If Only… but I didn’t finish the thought. I couldn’t have both. I pulled out my revolver and strapped it to my thigh and started to walk down the stairs.

Two days later I sent a text to Tim, but he never responded back. I tried to convince myself that I made the right decision, but did I?

February 15

A Book that Shaped my Life

It was probably the bleakest time in my life. Everything in my childhood seemed to be so much darker that year when I picked up my all-time favorite book–Pride and Prejudice. I must say that the first time I picked up Jane Austen, I did not necessarily like the first few pages. I mean, who can relate to the grandeur of the 17th century of Jane Austen?

Picture this. I was a girl that tried to have fashion sense, but didn’t know how, had a face that was acne-infested, and had a very low self-esteem. In essence, I was going through the awkward stages of a teenager when my friend allowed me to borrow this book. What did Jane Austen have an appeal to me? Simple. In her book, I found human nature through her satirical writing. I immediately fell in love with the characters that have remained timeless throughout the century.

First, every girl wants to be Lizzy Bennet. She is smart, confident and is not afraid to speak her mind. A girl can’t help but root for her when she tells Darcy that he is a proud man. But, despite her faults and quick judgment, Lizzy learns from her mistakes.  It reminds me of the verse in Proverbs that states, “For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief” (Proverbs 24:16). She picked herself up and continued on through her life to eventually have that happy ever after that every girl wants. Not only that, but she is very respectful to her parents. In today’s society, many girls believe it is cool to be rude to their parents. However, Liz Bennet respects her parents, even when they make foolish mistakes. Just because we are in the “modern age” does not mean that we should disrespect those people around us that are considered our elders.

Second, every girl can learn from the silly Bennet sisters. My favorite line from Jane Austen about Lydia and Kitty is when Elizabeth exclaims that “they are the silliest girl’s in Meryton!” I love this line because I can use it as a code for those people around me that are acting silly. The one thing that Austen points out is that we can become too focused on the guys around us and on fashion. Both Lydia and Kitty focused on clothing and men throughout the whole book. Fashion is fun, but if you focus too much on it, it becomes excessive. Don’t be a Silly Meryton Girl.

Third, every girl can learn from Catherine. Seriously, some people act like Catherine today. They believe that they are more important than everyone else in the world. They walk around selfishly thinking that we will worship the very ground they tread on. When I think of Catherine’s, I come up with a whole host of names, but I also realize that I have a tendency to be a Catherine. I realize that sometimes I believe that  I can control those people around me for the better. That they somehow need my help. That they were lost without my help.  No, I don’t want to be a Catherine.

After reading Pride and Prejudice, my mind opened to the possibilities that “old literature” is relevant. Jane Austen did not write just a love story, but a story about life. That year was the bleakest, but I found my love of “old, British literature” that year and haven’t looked back since.


Now it is your turn, what books have you found inspirational?