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I am a sixteen year old boy who lives with his mother during the week and father every other weekend. Last night I dreamed that I was living in my dad's house, and more than that I woke up married to a girl my age, but whom I did not know, either in the dream or in real life. She was a good wife and we loved each other, though we were still growing to know each other. I was living with my two best friends as well as my wife and father, and they made her feel as if she didn't belong there with us. Eventually we had a child, no pregnancy or anything of the sort, a child just appeared and we both, somehow, knew it was ours. I remember writing to my real-life pen pal explaining that she was a good wife. We had formed a kind of bond that marriage is supposed to have in that we took care of each other. There was no sex or fighting, just two people learning to love each other and coexist.

My husband just wouldn't come home. I found hi up the street with another woman. She was not nice and very over weight. I gave me money for rent and extra money to live comfortably. This woman was screaming at me to leave. There wee 4 eggs on the ground. They told me they were my kids. One egg cracked, I sat down and looked at it. It looked like a devil, evil egg. I opened it. It was a child that wasn't mine. The child belonged to the woman. I told her this is your child. I not raising it for you, you keep your child. She started to feed these babies with a spoon and it made no sence. My husband gave me money for rent and gave me extra money so I wasn't without a need. This upset this woman so she started to yell and scream for me to leave. I walked into her home. Kiss my husband and we said goodbyes. Suddenly there was a bed between us that this woman placed there. I pushed it away. Then there was another bed. My husband stood up and to his back this bed was strapped. We hugged once more, he assured me to always be thee if i needed him. We had a different bond than what this woman had with him. I could see he was sorry, but trapped. I left

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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