The Lost Story

“Please don’t! Please don’t take my baby! Please! No! No! God! No!” A woman's scream hit my ears. “God! What God? The God that placed you in this situation?” a man's voice replied. “Please! Give me back my baby!” the woman begged. “Why! So, she can die alongside you and your delusions? Why should the child be punished for the mother’s sin? You! You people! You people are the cause of it all! Why should the innocent child be forced to die alongside you?” the man spoke, malice flowing with each word. Her cries, and the cries of the others, were non-ending. The scream of pain, whether physical or mental, went on day in and day out. From the beatings to the torture, to starvation, to the… It has been the longest week of my life, but it will soon come to an end. “Ametrias, please! Please stop this and come home with us!” a man who was once my brother begged. “Look at yourself. Look at what you have become!” he screamed at me. Looking down at myself, a smile spread across my face. My body was covered in bruises from the beatings. I was down to eight toes. I had grown so thin, with little food. “You think this is funny! You are about to die! “If you can’t think of yourself, think of your son!” he screamed, forcing my four-month-old baby into my view. Looking at him, my little Armon. “Ametrias! Think of your son. How can you be so selfish as to leave a son without his mother? All you must do is let it go. Let that fairytale go! It has been proven long ago that this was a lie. That he was not real, and even if he was, he is dead and never did any of those things. Maybe he was a good man if he was real, but he was no God! Think of your son!” he screamed, pulling my baby from my reach. Tears rolled down my cheek as I stared at my baby in his arms. “Ametrias!” he screamed, ripping my eyes from my baby’s face. Tears rolled down the man’s face as he stared at me, begging me. Shaking my head, I said, “No, I can’t,” staring him in the eye. I watched his face turn from pain to pure rage. “Then die! I will ensure your child never knows who you are! I will ensure he survives! I will ensure he never hears of how hateful of a woman you are, who would choose a fairytale over them. I hope that God of yours will welcome you,” he screamed, spitting in my face. “What type of mother leaves their child?” a guard spat as he watched my former brother storm out. Without replying, I knelt in my corner and began to worship. “This woman has been found guilty of…” I tuned the voices around me out as I stood before the people who would take my life. As I looked around at the faces of those around me, my eyes fell on the eyes of a little girl. Tears and fear filled her eyes as she gazed back at me. A smile spread across my face as I looked into her eyes. Out of every person, man and woman, young and old, she was the only person who did not have rage and hatred in her eyes. She was the only face who had guilt, fear, and sorrow. “Father, please find mercy on that little girl. Have mercy on my young baby. Though they may be corrupt, please remember my prayers for them. Please remember my prayers for their bloodlines. Please have mercy and remember your servant's prayer. Even if they may be corrupted, please dwell in their hearts and guide them to you, even if they are never taught about you as you have said in your word. All children shall be taught by you, my Lord, and great shall be the peace of my child,” I said, looking up one last time. "She is insane. Just end her." "Look, she laughs in an hour like this. Kill her!" many screamed. As I lowered my head onto the bloody guillotine, tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Kill her!” “Kill her!” hit my ears as I stared at the men and women who came before me. “Are you afraid? Just denounce this foolishness and come home with us,” a whispered hit my ears. A smile spread across my face. Am I too good to die for the sake of my lord? He has already died on my behalf; can I not follow in his steps and give my life for his name alone?” I smiled at the thing not of this world. Rage filled that unclean being's eyes. “Then die,” it growled. “Gladly,” I smiled back, lifting my head to the heavens. “Yawh, my Lord Jesus, thank you for allowing me to meet you in such a way. Glory to you!”