they say there's a sun in the sky – but me, i can't imagine why. there might have been one before you were gone, but now all i see is the night. so i don't believe in the sun. how could it shine down on everyone, and never shine on me? how could there be such cruelty?
he wraps the rosarie around my throat and pulls, the air drawn from my lungs. i'm gasping, clawing at the precious beads, and watch as black flecks invade my field of vision. then, i slump; another altar boy for the heavenly choir.