SnapPhwack

            Snap. IT WAS THE SOUND I HAD WAITED FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE. IT WAS THE SOUND OF MY BAT CRACKING AGAINST THE BASEBALL, SENDING IT SOARING INTO THE STANDS. I HAD TRIED MANY TIMES TO PRODUCE IT, BUT ULTIMATLEY FAILED BECAUSE OF MY PHYSICAL LIMITATIONS. BUT THAT DAY, THE DAY THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING, THE HAND OF GOD HIMSELF GUIDED BY BAT, SWINGING IT THROUGH THE AIR, TO MAKE THE LONG AWAITED CONNECTION.

            I SWUNG AS HARD AS I COULD, AS THE COACH’S ENCOURAGEMENT, TWISTING BY BODY SO THAT I FELL, CONTORTED, TO THE DIRT. IT WAS AS I HAD ALWAYS DREAMED. THE BALL FLEW SOARED OFF THE WOOD, FLYING PAST THE ASTONISHED FACES OF THE CROWD. BUT THEN THERE WAS ANOTHER SOUND. Phwack. THE BALL MADE ANOTHER CONNECTION, WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD.

            THE BALL, WHICH HAD BEEN FOULED, HIT TABITHA, JOHN’S MOM, SQUARE IN THE FACE, KNOCKING HER BACKWARDS INTO THE BLEACHERS. I KNEW AS SOON AS THE BALL TOUCHED HER FACE THAT SHE WAS DEAD. I KNEW THAT I HAD KILLED TABITHA WHEELWRIGHT, THE GLORIOUS MOTHER OF MY BEST FIREND, AND A MOTHER TO ME.

            SO I RAN. RAN AWAY FROM JOHN, HIS MOM’S CORPSE, THE TOWN, MY SHOCK. I JUMPED ONTO MY BICYCLE, AND RODE. ROAD AWAY WITH A FLUTTERING HEART, WITH GASPING BREATHS.

            AT FIRST MY MIND GROPED FOR SOLID GROUND, TO BRING MYSELF BACK TO MY SENSES. EVENTUALLY, I CAME TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN. I CAME TO UNDERSTAND THAT I WAS PLACED ON THIS EARTH AS A TOOL OF GOD, TO CARRY OUT HIS  BIDDING.

            I HAD ROBBED THE ANGEL OF DEATH ITS PREY, SO THE TASK OF BRINGING TABITHA TO GOD’S KINGDOM WAS LEFT UNTO ME. HE ACTS WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT IT, AT THE END OF A BORING BALLGAME. BUT ACT HE DID, USING ME TO KILL MY TRUE MOTHER, THE MOTHER OF MY BEST FRIEND, TABITHA WHEELWRIGHT.