She lay there, on the ground. Rain beating down upon her lifeless body. She wore a white gown. It had long sleeves with lace at the cuffs, neck, and hemline. It was very delicate and feminine, and now heavy with rainwater, clinging to her body.
She was on her side, the swimming pool behind her. Her legs were bent, her hands clasped and under her cheek. The contrast between her dark hair and her pale skin struck me. Her eyes were sunken but wide open with a fixed gaze in my direction, though not looking at me. She wasn’t here, but somewhere beyond. Her lips were a purplish red. I don’t know if she was breathing. She was so still.
She must have been cold lying there in the rain. Was she cold? Did she care? Was she even alive? I couldn’t tell. I just sat there staring at her. Not helping her.
I sat in my chair under cover from the storm. Hugging my knees, I rocked back and forth just a little. I was cold just looking at her. Why didn’t I help her? Why did I just sit there and watch? Unmoved.
I couldn’t because I wasn’t really in that chair. I was really lying on the ground in the rain. I was the girl in the gown. Was I dead? Had I died? If so, did I care? If not, did I want to? What reason did I have to keep fighting? He was so good to me and they still needed me.
GET UP! The girl in the chair began to yell at the girl on the ground. She began to care. She began to do something. PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS. IT’S NOT TIME. Yet, she still just sat there, unable to get up. And she just lay there, unable to get up.
But then the girl in the chair saw Him. He had been there the whole time, but she just hadn’t seen Him. He was dressed in white and had this radiance about Him. He walked to her on the ground, picked her up and held her. He knew she couldn’t do it herself, so He did it for her. He carried her over to the chair with the girl in it. The chair I sat in. He gave her back so the two could become one again. The girl on the ground and the girl in the chair. He breathed life back into her.
He never spoke but she could feel His love for her. She felt safe in His presence and somehow knew she could go on with His help. I knew I could go on.