Chapter 49: SHATTER

In the thirty minutes I've been plopped on the floor, I haven't been mauled or shot. That's a good sign, right? I can't play any games on my blasted phone because my battery is low and to make things better, I don't think I can walk properly. Might as well use sarcasm to make myself feel better.

''God,'' I pray. ''I know we're not on speaking terms right now, and that's my fault, but I beg you, please deliver Bob from this cup that refuses to pass him by.'' I know I should be praying for myself, but I can't, not in this situation. At least I'm alive and there's a possibility that I may be found, but Bob, I don't know if he's alive or de-''

I have to think positively.

''If you do, I promise to be a good kid; I'd go to church on Sundays and give to the needy. I'll even make sure he goes to church too so please don't let him die after he just said he loves me.''

He fucking loves me and I didn't even get the opportunity to say it back.