Nightmare Stare [Chapter: One]

I saw God the other day.


I was walking across this bridge, there was a faint mist all around, an overcast grey over the entire city, all the cars had their headlights on, and the soft walls of mist felt smooth. My hands were in the pockets of my jacket, my face dipped forward, my mouth buried beneath my scarf. The morning sun hadn't yet burned through the clouds and the mist, and that was when it happened.

That was when I saw him.


There was something inside me, some feeling, some kind of muscle reflex that made me turn and look towards the sky. It felt like when you're about to fall, or about to drop from the top of a rollercoaster, that feeling in your stomach right before the first drop. I looked up and the heavens opened.

They opened wide, like a snake's mouth as its about to eat an egg twice its size. At the center of the opening dropped down a hand, a hand that was bigger than anything I had ever seen before. It reached down through the hole, some ways away from me, although I could see it in its entirety. It reached down into the river I was crossing. It reached in and pulled something out. Then it took that thing and set it down on the bridge a few hundred feet ahead of me. I was stopped dead in my tracks as the whole thing happened, standing there not affected by any of the above mentioned elements that would have otherwise continued to annoy me. My jaw was on the floor and my arms limp, I only moved my eyes.


My eyes followed as the hand of God set something down on the very bridge I was standing on. Then, just as fast as it takes a bolt of lightning to retreat back to the clouds, the hand was gone and the sky was as it had been. It seemed as though the only things affected by this miracle were me and the something God had set down on the bridge.


I noticed then that I was no longer walking, so I start again. I walk to the something, still lying motionless on the sidewalk of this bridge. I get closer to the something and slowly start to make out its shape. I'm nearly at the something when I realize that its a girl. She's unconscious, no doubt, when I get to her. I'm standing in front of her, just looking down. She's beautiful. She must have been an angel that fell from heaven that God didn't want to send to hell, maybe God sent her here to be someone's guardian and she met a tragic end? Whoever or whatever she is, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her pale soft skin looks like it had been under water for far too long, her small ribs bloated from probably being under water. The lifeless look in her beautiful faded green eyes, a nightmare stare. They were probably so much more vibrant when there was life in them. Her wet and matted hair was probably once as soft as silk. As I looked at her wet clothes sticking to her skin I get a crazy idea.

I lift her up, I carry her home.

-Sir Jestro