Nightmare:

The sound of machines beeping float to meet my ears. Clanking metal follows. Harsh breathing is coming from above me and I feel myself being moved. I lie on something stiff. A stretcher maybe? Pains are shooting through my limbs. They are starting at my toes and are making their way up my knees then my waist. I cringe as the pains reach my shoulders and spread over my chest, pulling my arms into the party of pain. It's all adding up to extreme pain as it is welling up in my head. It's almost unbearable. I feel as if I'm suffocating. It's getting hard to breath. Some sixth sense is telling me I'm being stuffed into a room--a large box. A tight, dark box. I hear a metallic clank. They're locking me in! I try to look around, but darkness still has it's claws wrapped around my eyes. A sound of dripping water fills my ears, causing them to throb. I suck in air. It isn't helping! I feel beads of sweat trickle down my forehead, down my cheeks, curling themselves around my chin. Or, is it sweat? It feels thicker than sweat. I am not sure though. Probably never will be. My mind is racing with confusion. I feel my feet getting wet...Wet?! How are my feet getting wet? Only if...I gasp and suck in as much air as I can. I know where I am. I raise my hands and feel around. The walls are cold. They definitely don't have the wood feel. Glass, or metal maybe? I don't know. Probably never will know! I sigh and my eyes start to fill with tears. Maybe this is just a nightmare. I got an idea. I feel the water trickle up my bare legs. I grab a small chunk of my skin and pinch. It hurts. Nothing is changing. Still the sound of water, still the feel of it rising high. I bend down slightly and fill my hands with water. I splash it on my face--although I figure out my eyes are covered with duct-tape. My face is cold and wet. Nothing is changing! I let out a sob. This can;t be happening! I lift my hands again and feel around the walls. Maybe there's a way out. I ma searching for some hope. A trap door, a window that can open maybe? I keep feeling around the walls and turn around to feel the one behind me. I am making sloshing sounds, with my feet, in the water every time I move. My hands are still searching, but the longer I search, I can feel my hopes of escaping fade away. Finally, I let my arms drop and cover my face with my hands. I sob uncontrollably. Moments later, I feel the water trickle past my calves. I have--what?--ten, fifteen minutes, tops! My mind is racing to find out what to do. I feel the water climbing to my waist. The sounds of water pouring steadily out, into my box, make me hyperventilate. This cannot be happening! Another sob escapes my throat and I lift my hands. I bang on the walls. Maybe somebody will hear me. Somebody who would help me, maybe? Or, what if whoever put me in here, stands outside right now? No matter. I keep banging and screaming. Maybe somebody will hear me.The water is now trickling past my chest. My hope of escaping disappears and I am still crying. All of a sudden, I decide to stop banging. I remember what I believed all my life, what I still believe. The water reaches my neck. I remember that God has never forsaken me in my past and He surely will not forsake me now. I remember everything happening in my life happens for a reason and it is all going according to God's plan. I remember how I accepted God into my life and vowed to never deny Him. I cannot and will not back out of that vow now. God has obviously put me in this box for a reason. If He wants me with Him in heaven, so be it. If he is, somehow, going to rescue me, so be it. But I am not denying Him. I trust Him with my life! I suck in my last breath. A great peace is falling over me as the water rises over my nose. A familiar tune creeps its way into my memory:

     "Lord ,You are the Potter and I am the clay. Mold me and make me, have Thine own way." 

The water reaches the top of the box. I stare into space. And I am seeing it. Jesus smiles at me by the pearly gates...

First Book post:

Hello all! I don't remember what I was calling this book, but I'll let you know when I remember... I hope you lke it! P.S. this is only a little bit of what I've written so far. ;)

  Prologue:
  I, 14-year-old Stephanie Ann Raimann, am sharing this with you, no matter how hard this might be. I've never really shared this with anybody--except my Aunt and my fifteen-year-old cousin, Jake Mikel Raimann.
  It all started on a rainy night, in March, when I was only 9--5 years ago. I was getting ready for bed, when my babysitter, Mrs. Sharon Stafford, came into my room.
  My parents had gone out to dinner and weren't supposed to be back for another hour or so.
  Mrs. Stafford was as white as snow--I thought she might have seen a ghost.
  "Are you okay Mrs. Stafford?" I asked, looking up at her.
  "We need to talk." Mrs. Stafford sat on my bed and motioned me to sit down next to her. I sat. "Listen honey, something...terrible has happened."
  "What?" I asked curiously.
  "Well, I just got a call a minute ago--it was the hospital. They said that," She struggled for the right words. "That your parents go into a bad car accident."
  My eyes glistened with tears. "What do you mean?"
  "Honey, your parents are in very bad condition. They're in the hospital. Or I should say your mother is in the hospital." She paused. "You daddy is...dead."
  "No..." I whispered. "How can this happen?"
  "The doctor said your mother might not make it. And, if she does, she might not even be able to walk again or fully function like before."
  I broke down and cried right in front of Mrs. Stafford. She held me close and rocked me back and forth.
  "I want to see my mommy." I choked out through my tears.
  My mom ended up not surviving--I lost both of my parents. The funeral was held two months after their death-it was a closed coffin ceremony. As I watched my parents being buried, I wanted to throw myself on their coffin--we could only afford one--and die with them. At least we'd all be together.
  I stayed with Mrs. Stafford and her family for about one more month and then she put me into foster care. For eight years I went in and out of foster families--a variety of good families and ones I would rather have never met. Finally, right before I turned fourteen, my Aunt Mandie, Uncle Jack and cousin Jake, found out what foster facility I was in and instantly adopted me--not just as a foster child, but as their own.
  I could finally be back with family. But, unknown to my knowledge, this was only the beginning.

P.S I will share more when I get on next. I don't know when that will be--my grandmother and aunt and uncle are coming in this week. I'll try to share more soon! ♥♥

Hello!

Hello to all! If you know me, you'd probably know that I LOVE to write. Well, I made this blog to post some of my writing. I don't know how often I'll be posting-since the new school year has already started--but I will definitely be posting! I really hope you like what I post--and if you have anything that you don't agree with, offends you or whatnot, please let me know and I'll try to fix it A.S.A.P.! ♥Shorty