“Wait … You knew about this?”

Friends ForeverThe teenager was watching. She didn’t have to. It wasn’t a requirement. At first, it was merely curiosity, but then she was unable to turn away, like watching a devastating train wreck as it took place. It was painful to experience other people’s pain, but she couldn’t quit watching individual after individual approach the end of the line … for one final conversation.

She had been standing within the gathered, sorrow-filled crowd of spectators, listening for what must have been hours, possibly days. Years, even. Person after person moved forward, listening to decision after decision, resulting in horror-filled expression after horror-filled expression. The line of the accused stretched back much further than could be seen, each individual awaiting his and her turn to hear about his and her failure to make one simple, important decision.

Then she saw her; her best friend. She was in the line, tears running down her face, fidgeting in place, anticipating her next couple of steps forward to stand and wait some more.

Making her way—pressing to the edge of the gallery of spectators—the teen called out to her friend, hoping to gain her attention. “Lauren!”

There were many in the line who responded to the call of the name. Many Laurens would eventually reach the head of the line. Many Sandys and Brittanys and Carols. Many Brents and Brandons and Marks. Many Sashas and Mishas and Sujas. Many Ahmeds and Ivans and Ye-juns. Every single ethnicity and culture. Every single religion and occupation was represented.

Another call out. “Lauren Capshaw!” This time her friend’s eyes found her own.

“Ashlee?”

And just that quickly, Ashlee ran out of things to say. She stood with a muted stare, tears forming in her own eyes.

“Ashlee?” the non-specific question came again.

“I… I…” Words wouldn’t come. How could she communicate with such sorrow the tragedy she was witnessing?

“Ashlee,” came the name again. “Why… Why are you there?”

“It’s different…” Ashlee couldn’t continue.

“What? Why? Why aren’t you in line?”

“It’s different … for …” She stopped dead, again.

“It’s different how, Ashlee? Tell me!”

There was a combination of frustration and terror in Lauren’s voice.

Fear and self-loathing gripped Ashlee’s heart and mind. This whole thing might have been avoided if… If only…

“TELL ME!”

“I’m … different.”

“You? You’re one?”

Ashlee’s head dropped. Her eyes closed. The first convulsion of sorrow forced its way through her chest.

“You’re a Christian?! YOU?!”

Without lifting her eyes, Ashlee slowly nodded.

“Wait … You knew about this? You knew this was coming?”

Ashlee lifted her head and looked at her friend. The line advanced a few more steps. Lauren now had to slightly turn back to keep eye contact.

“I was…” Ashlee broke down, unable to finish her sentence.

Anger flared within Lauren. “You were what?! Uncaring? Unloving? A fake friend?!”

“I was … scared.”

Lauren’s mouth dropped open. She just stared.

“I thought you’d laugh at my faith. I thought I’d lose your friendship.”

“And this… ? This is better? How? How is this better?!”

Ashlee couldn’t respond. There was no good answer.

“Tell me, Ashlee! Tell me how this is better!”

“I… It’s… It’s not better. It’s not! This is horrible!”

“No, Ashlee! No! This isn’t horrible; this is HELL! Do you understand? I heard someone call this the Great White Throne Judgment! Judgment Day! I didn’t know Jesus! I died without him! How could you… ? How could you not tell me? I loved you! We were friends! Even if I had been your worst enemy… How could you?!”

With barely a whisper she answered, “I was scared.”

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About ImpactWriter

W. Franklin Lattimore is the author of the Otherealm Saga, which launched in August 2014 with "Deliver Us from Darkness." Book 2, "When Darkness Comes", releases fall of 2015, with book 3, "Behind the Darkness", complete and ready for a 2016 release. His former involvement in the occult as a teenager was the springboard for writing the Otherealm Saga. Now, as a committed Christian, his novels are written as a wake-up call to those dabbling in, curious about, and heavily active in witchcraft and other "spiritual" activities. In addition, his books are designed to educate Christians on their position and authority in Christ and their common responsibility to make Jesus known to their communities, while possibly having to take some risks to do so. Frank a graduate of Kent State University, with a B.A. in Political Science. In addition to his formal education, Apologetics (the study of the evidences supporting the Christian faith) and Creation Science are favorite areas of study. He is active in his “Rockin” church and in his free time enjoys hiking, biking, ziplining, fishing, riding roller coasters, target shooting, and eating crispy BBQ wings.
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5 Responses to “Wait … You knew about this?”

  1. kenzelsfire says:

    I like the anticipation, but it’s slightly unclear what a Lauren is waiting for. ..The Mark?

  2. kenzelsfire says:

    I wouldn’t have expected that. But it makes me recall the movie “The Secret of Jonathon Sperry.” Ever seen it?

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