Alone

I woke up and threw open the thick curtains that covered my window. Great. It's not just a nightmare. It's reality. Why did I have to yell at Thomas? Now not only my family, but Thomas hates me! How could I be so stupid? I'm such a failure! I thought as I clicked on the radio to hear the latest news on the train crash.

"The train crash that took the lives of fifty people yesterday has devastated many families who lost loved ones. The names of the dead have been released…Monty Addon, Charles Basset, Hayden Char, Beatrice Green, Paula Guild, James Hall, Laura Hall, Irene Harrison, Anne Hartel, Digory Kirk…" The announcer started.

Was not Professor Kirk's first name Digory?

"Katherine Magee, Jared Matson, Robert Miles, Finley Mondy, Carol Nathanson, David Pevensie, Helen Pevensie… "

Mum! Dad! No! No! No! This can't be!

"Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie…"

Not my brothers and sister!

"Polly Plumber…"

Polly? Peter mentioned that name. I think she was one of the Narnia freaks.

"Jill Pole, Eustace Scrubb…"

My cousin and his friend too? This can't be happening! Oh no, no, no!

Suddenly, I felt really dizzy. I collapsed on the floor unable to move. The only thing I could see was blackness in front of me. I couldn't speak. I felt paralyzed. After a few moments the feeling went away, and I staggered to stand. I must have fainted. This is not happening! This can't be real! I never asked Peter, Edmund, and Lucy to forgive me! I never got to give mum one last hug. I will never get to talk to dad again. I'll never get to tell Eustace after he changed how sweet he was. I'll never get to tell them all how much I love them. Jill… she was such a nice girl, and I had always wanted to be friends with her. She seemed to be…different. They all seemed to be different. Why? It's not fair that I'm left all alone! Why did this happen? I cried and cried thoughout the day. I didn't care how I looked anymore. I didn't care if my boyfriend had dumped me the night before. I just wanted my family back.

I think I'll call my best friend. I picked the phone up. "Hannah?"

"Susan? Hi." She answered stiffly.

"Um…my mum and dad…"

"Susan. I'm sorry, but I can't be your friend anymore." She interrupted.

"What? Why?"

"I heard about you and Thomas. You were supposed to get me to go out with him. Not you."

"Well I know but he…"

"Good-bye." She said coldy; cutting me off.

"What? My best friend just abandoned me. No, no, no! If God is real he doesn't care about me!" I screamed. "No one does!"

At that moment the phone rang. "What do you want?" I answered.

"Susan? It's you Aunt Alberta. Did you hear about…" She said crying.

"Yes, I did! No one has to remind me!" I shouted.

"You don't have to raise you voice to me! Watch your words. I just wanted you to know that the funeral for your family and my dear son will be next Saturday. Good day." She said nastily slamming the phone down on me.

What have I done? Everyone hates me. How could this be happening?

I walked to the kitchen counter and saw a letter lying there. I remembered that Peter had given it to me the week before. I reached for it and started to open it. The letter read:

My dear sister Susan,

I just wanted to write you to tell you how much you mean to me, and how I miss you.

I love you so much. I know you don't like it when Edmund, Lucy, and I to talk about this, but God loves you more than any of us.

Remember how He used to talk to you in Narnia? Aslan, I mean. Do you remember how gentle He was? That's just the way God is. You can't see Him, but He loves you just like Aslan does; for He is both. Aslan died for Edmund. Jesus died for you. He died for you, so you would not have to worry about anything, so you could see Him in heaven.

I'm going to ask you one more time. Will you trust Him? Will you believe? Will you accept Him? He loves you more than Himself. He died for you. He rose again for you. You know why? Because He loves you and wants the best for you… and so do I. Please Susan, accept Him. He is right there by you. 'Susan dear, come to Me,' He is calling. He died for your sin, and it's never too late. Embrace Him, love Him, trust in Him, and believe Him... He will help you in times of need. He loves you a lot. Please... believe.

Lucy, Edmund, and I want you to also know that we have forgiven you for everything. We want to become your best friends. Could you forgive us? Can we move on? I hope we can. We all love you, and are praying for you daily.

Love,

Peter

Tears were flowing freely down my face and onto the paper. It's too late Peter. God doesn't love me anymore. I've turned against Him. I'm alone.