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God is Evil

Jon Brunette

    Surrounded by woods, Chad held the knife to his veins and watched his face sparkle off the shiny blade. Against his wrists, he rubbed the edge like his chin, thoughtfully. Only animals should die in trees, away from anywhere, but Chad didn’t live like a human anymore. Dropped from school, Chad drove his throaty motorcycle through the hallways, skidded tiles with knobby rubber, and broke a library window with the handlebars. They would stay eternally, the black marks, like Chad in the woods.
    Resentful, his family wanted no part of him anymore. Actually, they jailed him recently when he hurled a tumbler at his mom for her protests against the motorcycle, and bubbly liquid stung her eyes. Coffee scarred her lined face. Like always, Chad had tried to hurt nobody; it just happened somehow.
    Chad lost his job when he spat on pizza meant for his girlfriend. She broke off their relationship like a fisherman jabbing heartlessly into the body to empty innards and roast the flesh. Any sixteen-year-old boy would jump between silky sheets that smelled like flowers if the young woman untied her blouse, jiggled her voluptuous breasts until the boy couldn’t breathe anymore, and finally, pulled her jeans to her knees, slowly, seductively, with the male looking at the slippery black hairs below. It would happen to any youthful male who lived with a well-built body inside a nearly empty town ninety miles from anywhere. Yet, his girlfriend had protested, and broke off their relationship. Thus, he spat on her pizza, and never baked another.
    Chad sat inside the woods, thumbing the knife. Life should end, because it had already, with no love interest, the town small and angry, and parents who told him to find God or suffer for eternity without them. Without school, he would never land a quality job, never attend college, and never live like every youth should. His parents wouldn’t pay for higher education anymore either.
    When he finished his beer, he walked around the muddy field located between thick trees. With knife to wrist, he couldn’t yet, and didn’t, until God told him to join eternity. Mostly, he doubted God lived beyond this world. Why would God tear his life apart? Nobody who truly loved him would. Why would his family? They shouldn’t, yet did anyway.
    He heard a shriek. Startled, he tossed the knife and looked around. He trotted cautiously behind fluffy branches, until finally, Chad found a person in darkness, arms splayed, to hold anyone nearby. Chad walked to the person, said, “I should leave, and you with me.” On the last word, two wiry hands held Chad, pinning his body to the mud. The boy wiggled, leaped, but couldn’t break off the attack. Quickly, the bony hands sunk into sixteen-year-old eyeballs. They yanked the body below the heavy mud, where black smoke wafted through his nostrils, blowing his bloody eyes apart, and billowed from his mouth like fiery words spoken to his girlfriend. When Chad breathed, he inhaled sulfur and ashes. Then the world blackened.
    Thirty minutes later, a body moved inside the field. Lifting his body to his feet, Chad looked at the person who had held him down. It looked like a raggedy tree, with spindly branches, bark imprinted into the trunk like an ugly face, and sap that oozed like blood off a body. With relief, Chad walked to his house, through the lengthy woods, vowing to find another girlfriend. Many young women would love a beefy male inside their fluffy blankets. Like anyone, he wanted frequently to touch lovely women and their lacey pillows. He would take the GED test, and find a local community college. Maybe he could escape the lonely town after all. Without a look back, he forgot where he had thrown the knife, but he wouldn’t need it anymore anyhow.



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