What God did not Plan On

"Sleep well, weep well, go to the deep well as often as possible.
Bring back the water, jostling and gleaming.
God did not plan on consciousness developing so well.
Well, tell him our pail is full and he can go to Hell."

A little five year old girl with tight curls giggled madly as her grandfather read this poem to her.

"Don't laugh, dear one. This poem is not to be taken lightly." He tried to scowl at her, but the laughter in his voice was clearly evident.

"But gwanpa he told God to go to da bad place!" she replied with a smile on her Madonna shaped face.

"Yes he did. And why do you think that is?"

"Um…'cause he don' beliefe in the lowd?"

"'Because he doesn't believe in the lord.' And yes that is true. This is one of my favorite poems."

"Gwanpa, don' you believe in the God?"

"Of course I do."

"But da poem is bad."

"Yes and no. It is bad because we are raised to believe that things which speak against God condemn us along with the originator of the piece, yet if we analyze more and judge less we may see the true meaning; what lies between and beyond the words."

The little girl wrinkled her face in confusion.

"I don' unnerstan"

"One day you will, love."

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Mona once again found herself in a small compartment on a train daydreaming while staring out the window. It had been two days since she and Silas had fought. She had locked herself in her room and was only forced to face him when he demanded she eat. Other then that he didn't speak or look at her. She couldn't help but feel depressed as the Christmas cheer surrounded the outside world leaving her alone and empty.

Mona glanced at Silas and noticed he had his head down and was frowning at his hands. His eyes seemed a bit duller and he looked as if he was sweating a little. Furrowing her brow, Mona turned towards him, asking with as much concern as she could muster for the man at the moment, "Are you okay over there? You're looking a little…uh…off…," she ended lamely. The small part of Mona that wasn't still incredibly pissed with Silas lifted with hope that her small effort at compassion over his well being might earn her a few brownie points with her captor, but it was not to be. In the end all it earned her was yet another glare (he must have won a lifetime supply, Mona thought glumly), and a short grunt of the words "I'm fine" before stalking off (hmm…yet another prize from the crappiest game show on Earth?) into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

Another few minutes of utter nothingness passed as Mona's eyes lazily scanned the cabin, looking desperately for something to distract her from her current situation. There has to be something halfway entertaining in this hell hole. A radio, a book, a stack of cards, ANYTHING! God, how pathetic is it that I'm looking for a freaking stack of cards to entertain myself? I should be at home right now, with my own things, my own friends, doing what I- Halfway through Mona's mental tirade her gaze fell onto something completely unexpected: an unlocked door. How could Silas have missed this? Mona wondered. Should I even try it this time?...It might be my last shot…

Drawing in a deep breath, Mona slowly inched the door open as quietly as possible, a plan quickly forming in her head. If I can just remember what compartment that old lady was staying in, I might be able to find her suitcase before she comes back from her bridge game, and then… Mona pictured the wrinkled woman she had seen when she and Silas had boarded the train, recalling the brief shock she had felt when she saw her reach into her small blue suitcase and pull out- well, she had no idea why an elderly woman would have one of those, but that made little difference. All that mattered was finding the old lady's compartment and getting what she needed before Silas realized she was gone and went on the warpath again.

Was it the third or fourth door on the right? She puzzled. Think Mona, think! Drawing in every last ounce of memory she had, Mona finally decided to try her luck at the third door, fully prepared to make any number of excuses should she find she was indeed mistaken. She pulled open the door swiftly, audibly sighing with relief upon the discovery that she had remembered correctly which compartment to look in. And look! There's the blue suitcase right on top! I'm fairly certain it was the in the zipper on the side…Yes! This is it! Mona yanked the small pill bottle out of the tiny suitcase, only pausing briefly to wonder once more where an old bitty would get a bottle of Oxycotton (sp?) from before popping the container open and spilling its contents into the palm of her hand. Finally, I can end it, she thought with relief. Silas, my dead family, whatever grim fate awaits me in Europe- it will all end here…no more pain, no more tears, no more- TIC TACS? What the hell? What happened to the- "What could you possibly be want with my breath mints in my cabin, dearie?" Mona spun around to face the wrinkled old woman, returning to her train compartment, fresh from her game of bridge.

"I, uh, well…" she stammered.

"Go on honey, spit it out. I'm not gettin' any younger now am I?"

"Um, what happened to the pills that were in here?" Mona asked quizzically.

"Oh, those belonged to my son, sweetheart. He's got a condition, you see, so he takes those whenever he feels a bit weak, then we he's done with the bottles he gives 'em to me to use. I always thought it was a wasteful thing to throw somethin' out if you could still give it a good use, and those containers those Tic Tacs come in are fearful hard for me to open nowadays- rheumatoid arthritis kicks up far too often for my likin' these days. But you still haven't answered my question, hon. Just a what are you doin' in my cabin, hmm?" asked the old woman, placing her hands on her hips for emphasis.

"I would also like to know the answer to that question," a voice behind the old woman breathed darkly before swiftly bringing a large hand down on the aged woman's skull, effectively rendering her unconscious as her body crumpled to the floor.

Mona's mind froze up in terror, causing her to blurt out the only thought that happened to be in her mind at the moment. "Youkilledanoldlady…shewaslike90..whatthe…whywouldyou..?"

"She is not dead, merely unconscious. And you still have not answered the question! My patience draws thin, Woman!" As Silas said this, his body began to waver a bit from side to side, his legs feeling more unsteady by the moment. This of course went unnoticed by Mona, whose ability to speak in coherent sentences was returning in full force.

"You really want to know what I was doing!" she screamed, "you really want to know! I was gonna fucking kill myself! I was gonna come in here, grab the old lady's pills, and end it all!"

By now Silas' vision was a hazy swirl of clouds, and his entire body had broken out in an uncontrollable sweat. He began to shake, and was long past being able to consciously comprehend what Mona was going on and on about.

"I just wanted it to be over! To be done with you and my family and Bryan and Opus Dei and all this shit we call life! So it doesn't matter what you do to me 'cause I'm already done! You hear me? Done! I- what the…" Mona's words were cut off by a loud thunk as Silas' legs gave out from under him and collapsed heavily onto the unconscious body of the 73 year old woman before him.

"Silas?" Mona called, "are you…you landed on the grandma…" she said stupidly before coming to her senses once again. What the hell is going on here? Just when I think things couldn't get any weirder my life takes a sharp right turn into the freakin' Twilight Zone! I don't have to stay here. This is my perfect opportunity to get away, to escape this nightmare. I don't owe him anything, even if he is sprawled unconscious on top of Betty fucking White! He's my kidnapper and the murderer of my family, for Pete's sake! You don't care about him at all! You DON'T care! The internal battle momentarily won, Mona made exactly three purposeful strides over the bodies and out the compartment door before stopping dead in her tracks, shoulders stooped, and turning back towards the unconscious Silas. His eyes briefly fluttered open. "Mo..na.." he gasped out before slipping back into darkness.

Shit.

She cared.

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ALL CREDIT GOES TO PHOENIX RISING 06!

PLEASE READ! if all of you could pray to whomever you believe in that a friend of mine lives through her leukemia. She is a 15 year old girl from Puerto Rico and has been sent here to Texas. She has no friends, can't speak English is lonely. This girl is brave and has suffered through many treatments, but she is slowly losing hope. PLEASE pray!

School has decided to be a bitch and I couldn't even write this chapter! The first quarter is mine but the rest was written by Phoenix Rising 06. I'm VERY sick right now and have exams next week excluding the thing that is happening to my new friend from Puerto Rico. Please be patient because even though most of you don't like the short chapters they are easier for me to manage and allow me to post a little more often.

Btw, CH. Name goes with the poem.

Thank you ALL who reviewed!

phoenix rising06- You wrote this chapter so all credit goes to you!

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MysteriousMagicalMuse- Um…like I've said before this story has no plot. Though a few ideas have been thrown out so as soon as exams finish and I can grab at least to of my betas then the chapters will hopefully be longer.

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