Diary Of A Depressed Virgin

ague promised to cover the m

immediately welcomed by a worr

? Did anyone get hurt

didn't even let Martha get a word out b

ppened?"

e's J

airs," Mart

len left. Didn't eve

t the baby

sure to put her to sle

r seen Jess violent before. I walked into our bedroom to see a colossal mess. Clothes s

l this?", I won

from the entrance. I don't think she kne

I calle

I quickly went over to embrace her. She burst into tears again. This was so overwhelming. I didn't even care anymore

'm here". That's

eave me again,"

nviction in my

ill never lea

The house felt different. Heavier. Lik

tha had been pacing back and forth for what felt like hours, muttering prayers under her breath.

e silence. "What's going on? You'v

to me, her eyes filled with a

is isn't normal. What happened yesterday-it wasn't just

stomach twisti

. going through a tough time. The baby, t

her head, h

he's been acting, the blank stares, the distance-it's like

nd in walked Pastor Stephen from her church, followed by two other women from the c

eart

what i

o me, her expre

. We need to do this. For Jessica,

ped me. She was scared-truly scared-and for the first time, I felt that fear too. Maybe for the first tim

ng on a chair in the corner of

her hands resting limply on her lap. She didn't react wh

ed forward, his voic

, we came here

dn't r

e here to deliver you in

till didn

ch go over to corner her, t

ke every evil spirit tormenting our sister! Every spirit

, her voice trem

ak every c

hurting. She was lost. But as I watched her, I couldn't shake the feeling that something

stepped closer,

every evil spirit to leave this

. Everyone else had their eyes closed, but not us. She didn't ev

l now? Is this how we see her? I promised I'd be there for her. I p

have done? I don't know, I jus

ext morning. The hous

ss everything that happened the day before. The prayer session, Je

the silence, I felt

sn't in be

the bathroom." I

eady said before? It didn't matter. I just wanted to see her. I

the silence. The door was slightly ajar, and I p

eted me stopped me

shed open. Blood pooled around her, staining the white tiles, and it w

creamed, rushi

her. Her skin was cold, her body limp. I pressed my fingers

voice breaking. "Jessica, ple

trying to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. The blood

uted. "Wake up!

e wall. The pain is nothing compared to what I was feeling in my

e didn

gging her to come back to me. Time seemed to stretch and warp

ard my screams. She burst into the

! Wh

ff as she took in t

out of the bathroom, her hands trembling a

ould do was hold Cynthia's lifeless body, m

sobs echoing in the small s

ca wa