To Whom It May Concern: by M.J. Garrett (top novels txt) 📖

It’s what keeps them sane. The idea that there is no god is too much for most to comprehend. If there is no god, than all choices, good and bad choices, are solely the responsibility of the person.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she asked while his hands caressed her shoulders. “I don’t understand.”

“I wish there was a rule book for this. I don’t understand it either, but I think I’m doing the right thing.” He said as he took a deep breath and pondered on the best way to deliver his message. “If every bad thing that happened was solely the responsibility of the person; who is to blame? People need there to be a god to thank and a devil to blame.”

Sitting there with him looking at her, her eyes look toward the ground as they begin to dart back and forth trying to grasp the depths of this knowledge. She thought to herself that this was all a dream and that she would wake up…but when? Was he saying that there is no god…no devil? Maybe he was in her dream? Maybe this was a part of her subconscious? Maybe this was her inner battle to believe in something other than the tangible? Maybe this was all some sort of deep revelation being presented from god…or the devil? After all, the devil was sent here to confuse…right?

“I know what you’re thinking, Carla, and you’re wrong.” Nate said. “You are missing the point. Why do you think I was here waiting in your room? Why do you think that he came to you? You have something he wants. You have some power that he can use and he needs you.”

“Who is ‘he’?” she asked.
Confused himself, he says, “I don’t know, God maybe…the devil?”

“How did you know that he would be here? You came to save me? How did you get in here anyway?” All these questions rolled off her tongue as she sat on the bed, staring at the floor.

Pondering the meaning of life, the meaning of these dreams, the meaning of the tattoo, the meaning of everything…she sat there confused. “What is your purpose? What is your role in all of this?” she asked him as she picked her knee up close to her chest and turned toward him. Still sitting on the bed, she watched as he slowly walked around the room. He looked reluctant to give her any answers, especially if he didn’t have any. He knew that he had to say something. He had to tell her. If this was his dream or hers, his reality or hers, his life or hers, he had to tell her. Everyone had secrets. No one had secrets.

“Carla, the world as you know it will change. The more you know the less you know.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and peered deep into her confused darting eyes. “The things you have seen will all hold new meaning. The power you actually possess, that you don’t know about, is far greater than you can imagine. You have been chosen for some purpose.”

Smiling at her with his hands on her shoulders, he asked her to close her eyes. She reluctantly complied in fear that she would wake up alone. She wanted him there and she wanted to be amazing. She wanted purpose. She didn’t want to wake up and everything to be over. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pushed the side of her face close to his chest as his arms wrapped around her petite body. The smell of her shampoo filled his nose as they embraced each other.

As they stood there, their heart beat the same, he closed his eyes and the room began to shake as the world came to a pause. She peeked through her squinted eyes and the room was blurred and silent. The wind picked up as they stood there…alone, but together. And just like that, like the snap of a finger, they were gone.

The man of the shadow stood watching as they vanished. Smiling, he pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. His face lights up from the flame and he pulls the smoke in slowly. The smile on his face wasn’t of fear or happiness, but of understanding. Maybe the world will be okay he thought to himself. Maybe adding one more to this world would be a good thing? At least it would make the meetings more interesting. Every angel needs a demon.


CHAPTER 15

Carla stood there in the corner of a room. The room was familiar, but uncomfortable. Standing there alone, she couldn’t move. Bound by reality or fear, or just a part of the unseen, she was like a statue. Her eyes looked around the room and watched as the little girl, wearing a small pink nightgown, decorated with a small unicorn on the front, sat in the corner and played with her doll. The girl’s hair was brown and hung in her face as she poured an imaginary cup of tea and put it up to her doll’s mouth.

“Miss Margaret?” Carla whispered to herself. “That’s me. I remember my night gown…Miss Margaret.” The room fell silent as the door gently opened. A man that Carla couldn’t remember walked into the room and sat on the floor next to the small girl. Taking his finger, he softly put her hair behind her ear.

“How is Miss Margaret?” He asked the girl. “Is she feeling better?”
“Yes.” The girl shyly replied.
“Is she drinking her tea today?” He asked as he sat on the floor staring at the little girl.
“She is.” She said as she nodded with an uncomfortable grin.

“Good. Why don’t you come and sit on Grandpa’s lap, dear?” He reached out for her hand as she slowly put her small hand inside of his. She stood up, walked toward him, turned around, and sat in his lap as she put her head on his chest.

“Will dad ever come back?” she asked him.
“Of course, Honey…as soon as his war is over.” He softly promised to her.

He smelled her hair and closed his eyes. Resting his cheek on the top of her head, he said, “He always comes back.” He picked her up, laid her on the bed, and then fluffed the pillow under her little head. He pulled the blanket out from underneath her and folded it up at the foot of her bed. Leaning in to kiss her cheek, he slides his tongue out from behind his lips and teeth, gently touching her ear.

“Grandpa, that tickles.” She said as she tucked her chin into her chest and turned her head.

“I know…but it’s how I show you that I love you. You do love me, right?”
“Yes.” She replies with hesitation, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Then let me show you how much I love you.” He softly runs his tongue around the rim of her ear as she turns her head. He placed his hand on her small legs and softly pushes them open. His hand slowly makes its way up between her legs as she tightens her grip on Miss Margaret with her small fingers.

His tongue traces her jaw bone to her chin. His warm hand slides inside the leg opening of her small pink panties. Her legs grip tightly and his hand becomes firm as he whispers to her. “I would never hurt you. Don’t you trust me?”

Her small childish eyes start to water as his fingers begin to separate her innocence. His finger searches for her wetness and then slowly slides inside of her. Her toes tighten up and curl, she squeezes her eyes shut, gripping Miss Margaret tighter and tighter until her knuckles become white.

“Shhh.” He whispers, as his hot breath blows the hair away from her face, sending eerie goose bumps down her neck and arms. “Doesn’t that feel good? See how much I love you? I just want to make you feel good.” Her tightly shut eyes begin to push out salty tears when the sound of the front door opening disturbs their encounter. He kisses her on the forehead and pulls the blanket over her body, tucking it under her chin.

“I love you. Grandpa loves you.” He says as he places his finger in his mouth and smiles as he turns around to turn off the light. Closing the door behind him, you can hear him ask Carla’s mom if the movie was as good as advertised.

Carla stood there silent with her eyes filled with hate and tears. Looking at her younger self and her younger self looking at her, the door opens up and her man in the black suit walks in. Lying there, the little girl turns and smiles at him. The young child smiles with tears in her eyes and points to the corner of the room where Carla stood quietly. She stood frozen. Nate walks over to the bed and puts his hand on the young child’s head and kisses her on the forehead.

“In time,” he whispers to the young child, “In time.” The child turns over on her side and takes her tongue across Miss Margaret’s ear.

“I love you, Miss Margaret. I love you.” The small child smiles and cuddles up with Miss Margaret pulled close to the stomach and chest. “Soon, the pretty lady will help us and everything will be okay. You’ll see.” She pulls the doll into her arms and squeezes tightly as a look of peace covers her face and she fades to sleep.

*

“You’ll want this.” Nate whispered to her as he pulled his pistol out from behind his back. She looked at him and then the gun and then back to him. She reached out and took the heavy pistol from his hand.
“I don’t even…how do you….?”
“Point and shoot, Carla. Just point and shoot.”
“Then what?”
“You’ll see.”

To Whom It May Concern:
This is bullshit!! I’m not going to let this happen to anyone EVER AGAIN!!


CHAPTER 16

The little girl opened her eyes. She quietly pushes the cover off of her and places her small feet on the cold wooden floor. Her little nightgown drops from being bunched up around her waist and reveals the picture of unicorns on the full length gown. She gently lays Miss Margaret on the pillow and covers her with the blanket. The little innocent child places her hand on the dolls head and kisses her forehead.

The little girl in her pink unicorn nightgown, stands in the middle of the room and stretches her arms out, looking toward the ceiling. Her little muscles tighten up as she smiles at this supernatural power