In the eyes of the Lord

This is my first fan fiction story for Left Behind. So here goes… hope y'all like it.

My parents and younger siblings were taken in the rapture. I on the other hand was not. Well that's a little obvious but anyway; I

am what you could call a "Rebellious Teen". I did a lot of bad stuff such as drugs, get high with some friends and skip school. I got

into a lot of trouble with those friends. My parents' were church goers as well as my siblings. They prayed for me. The whole

church prayed for me. I always slept in on Sundays. My parent's tried to get me to go to church but I never went. My mother and

I never really got along. She would try and get me to pray with her when the children went to sleep but I just shrugged her off and

walked away. Then she would always say "I'm praying for you, love, we all are, whether you care or not. The Lord is coming

back someday and I want you to be there with me, praising him and be able to go to heaven. I want us all to be together". I was

never a real believer in the whole "praying" thing. I was not the religious type while the rest of my family had devotions and had an

evening prayer thing every night. My parents, finally fed up with all the rule and law breaking, tried to put me in a Christian

rehabilitation center for "troubled" and "lost" teens. I stayed there for about a week and then I ran away. The cops found me and

brought me back. I ran away again and again and finally I overdosed on marijuana and was taken to a hospital after almost losing

my life. I was put into a high risk facility and then I stopped running away because I couldn't run away because of the guards and

fences. I was in a prison for high risk teenagers. When I got out a year later, my life was changed forever. I started to stay at

school. I changed friends. I hung with a new crowd, a crowd of really smart boys. They were in the math club and I found out that

I had a good nature in math. Hey, I was a nerd now too, but its better than the druggy friends that I had. They were religious but

they said that they would not talk bout things that made me uncomfortable. Then after life was going okay for the moment, the

rapture happened. You'll never believe how much I wished I believed when everyone I know who believed in God disappeared

right before my eyes. It was the strangest thing. I went to sleep with everyone I practically knew still here and woke up with

everyone gone. I woke up to everyone gone but their clothes were left behind. Seems like I wasn't the only one who lost people.

My neighbors were looking for everyone they loved too, but just like all who "believed" they were gone. It makes me shame

myself that I never took the "believer" thing seriously.