This One Will Make You Cry Out for Mercy

This is going to be an incredibly hard tale for me to unfold. It's true you see. But told through the lens of my fiction. The Holy Roller Express and all it's glory. Now don't say I didn't warn you. This one is going to get messy. I know it had me a sobbing, crying, mess. Once in a while bad things happen to really good people. Like me. I'm not tooting my own horn or anything. I'm just speaking from experience. You see I was a wee little boy at the ripe age of ten. Most of my memories, of what I experienced, where begging God for mercy from the world I was in. I'm sorry to inform you, at this age I was already contemplating an exit strategy. Except it wasn't what you think. I was begging God to take me away from this terrible place. I wished and wanted from night until day. Lord please, can't this all go away? Can't you take me with your hands or angel's wings and send me to another place? Until one day he did. He asked me "Is that what you want? For me to take you?" He was kind, but even at ten I knew his voice insinuated there may be no continuity. I bravely said "Yes I'm sure, I just want this all to stop, for the hurt and pain to go away. I want you to take me, or make it all go away". I don't really know what happened when I went to sleep that night but before I did, my parents, the reason I wished for an alternate existence, would recieve a guest. As I looked out my open bedroom door that faced our dining room, which my parents room also led into, there was a brilliant glowing apparition! I don't know what else to call it. Maybe that was an angel, maybe it was a ghost. I don't know but we all saw it. It floated ever so slightly over the floor, it wore long flowing white garb, it spoke in a almost human but haunting voice. the voice was not menacing but soothing, and invoked feelings of wrongdoing. She said "Shall I take him"? I could hear my mothers cry for my step father next to her in bed. She repeated his name several times followed by "WHAT IS THAT", "DO YOU SEE IT"? It ended after several long minutes with my mother exclaiming "YES, TAKE HIM" "Just take him" "I don't know what it's talking about". My mother and step father remembered it the morning after, so did I. Individually we've all brought it up from time to time but, over time my folks claimed not to remember it. I know this wasn't what you were expecting but just wait. There's more. This is about reclaiming the rights of the innocent. Now we aren't talking about babies today because this is a plan of action to protect both women's rights and innocent children. This is the foundation for what's to come, no matter what that is. Trust me on this. We need to start taking the power away from those that abuse it. We need to start thinking about how to support young minds instead of teach them to beg for God's intervention to get through another day. I could have turned out pretty terrible given the life I had. If my parents would have supported me and my intellectual efforts, I could have been their golden goose. Instead abuse. I think I'm pretty smart. What do you think? My parents still tell me all the time I don't know anything and insinuate that I'm stupid. I love them as much as I possibly can, so much in fact I've forgiven them for physical and psychological abuse. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. There are so many kids being bullied, beaten, sworn at, psychologically abused, and just straight up neglected in most of our communities, all across the nation, that I would say it's an epidemic. Hmmm, I wonder when that started? Let's take a look, who are parents? Anyone between the ages of 20 and 45 most likely. Do you know any mentally unwell people between those ages that might have kids? Do they ever act unhinged or drink all the time? Just asking because that's what i saw growing up. I didn't actually tell this story through the lens I stated. I needed you to know that this is a true story. It isn't fiction. I guess you could say I gaslighted you. I lied. But I did it with good intention. The train might be a figment of our collective imagination, but my story isn't. And neither is yours. Look after each other out there.