A/N: I've been sick all week so I haven't had time to write. What do you guys think so far? Reviews will make me happy! :)

Chapter Two

Kate's POV

11:00 PM

"Come on, Kate!" Ratchet calls from the car.

"I don't really want to go," I reply from the porch.

"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Maya (Clone Max) asks. "Everybody else is going!"

"So? What difference does that make?" I ask. "There's just a bunch of people getting drunk. It doesn't make you cool, guys, it makes you look stupid. Plus what does it gain? Nothing."

"Okay, okay, whatever," Ratchet replies, giving up, stepping on the petal. "I guess you're home alone then!"

"I'm fine with that," I whisper to myself, watching them drive off, Fang eyeing me from the front seat. Sighing, I walk back inside. We've been a team for two years now, and I haven't found any faith in them. I feel alone. I ask them about what they think of the Bible, and all I got were a bunch of negative responses, and some insults to me for asking and believing it's true. The only reason I asked is because I've been getting a feeling that I'm running out of time.

I plop down on the couch with some ice cream and turn on the TV. The clock ticks by. Time seems to be getting faster and faster, even though the tick of the clock seems normal. I finish off my ice cream and walk to my bed, picking up a Bible. I stare at it for a few minutes, a little afraid to open it. I run my hand along the bookmarks I inserted in the verses I've found most interesting. Finally, I flip it open and see where I am.

1 Chronicles 29:12 is highlighted. I read, "Wealth and honor come from you alone, for you rule over everything. Power and might are in your hand, and at your discretion people are made great and given strength." To the side, in pen is my handwriting, reading STRENGTH.

I begin to turn to the next bookmark, when a hint of gold catches my eye. Gold? In my Bible? I flip back to the page. There, on the page, in golden letters reads "But the Lord watches over those who fear him, those who rely on his unfailing love. He rescues them from death and keeps them alive in time of famine." Then the gold disappears, and the verse returns to its original state. I look at the top and look at the book and verse. Psalm 33:18-19.

I read on past the golden lettering. "We put our hope in the Lord. He is our hope and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. Let your unfailing love surround us, Lord, for our hope is in you alone."

Huh.

I grab my highlighter from under my bed and highlight the whole thing, especially the pre-golden letters, and bookmark the page, then flip to the next bookmark.

Romans 6:23: "For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord."

Philippians 4:6 "Don't worry about anything. Instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done, Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."

I close the book. It's hard to breath. I feel like something tight is around my chest, like a little girl trying to hug me to death. But it's something bigger than that. Tears fill my eyes. I look toward the bathroom, then take a bolt for it. I slam and lock the door, then turn around and vomit into the toilet. Eww...

Five minutes later, after I've cleaned up, I step into the shower. I still can't breathe very well. The words I just read echo in my head. "The Lord watches over those who fear him, who rely on his unfailing love. He rescues those from death and rescues them in times of famine." I sit down and begin to cry, the water trickling down my face and off my nose and chin.

"Please God," I cry, "Give them another chance. They're good people, they don't deserve to go to hell. They don't deserve to be left behind. They're my friends. Everybody messes up, they just don't get it. Please, there has to be something!"

Silence replies.

When I get out I sit back on my bed and flip open my Bible again to the next bookmark, then look at the clock. 11:59 PM. Shaking my head, I continue to read 1 Thessalonians 4: 16-17: "For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, the Christians who have died will rise from their graves. Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be called up to the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. Then we will be with the Lord forever."