Sup. The following is a product of boredom D: I hope you like it? Lmao. Lack of tabs or spaces is killing me.


A little girl laid on her hospital bed. She was sitting up watching TV while keeping a careful eye on her family in the room. Her left hand was next to her side. Stitches, bruising and other repulsive things circled her wrist were it had been previously severed. Her mother approached her, carefully and grabbed the remote to turn of the distraction. And she, even more carefully this time, starting moving to sit on the bed. For the little girl her actions were surreal. She did not understand as much as the others that were around her.

"Why haven't you move it much? You can move it you know." The mother trailed off, Then started up again. "Your fine. Just, just try to forget." She trailed off again. "Please, you need to move it." The little girl started to tear up. She started to hold her breath and look the other way. A knock on the door.

"Come in!" The mother said. A doctor entered the room.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"She won't move it at all."

The doctor approached the bedside. The little girl exhaled and then turned to the doctor.

"Please. We need you to try to move your hand."
"It's not my hand anymore!" She was angered
"Then who's?"
"It's God's!"