Amazing Grace

I was only ten then, but I knew I was sick. I was born sick. “Was he scared?” my voice startled me for I wasn’t big on the whole question department.

“Scared?” Ms. Mae questioned like she hadn’t heard the question correctly.

“Yes, scared of dying?” I turned to look at her. “I mean, death is so...” I looked back at the man starring at the nails in his palms, tracing the blood with my eyes, “so final.”

“ Well...” she scratched her head, “i imagine he was. But he did it to save us all.” she smiled delighted with herself. “Now if you would-”

“- I don’t believe you.” I turned to look at her with tears and rage flaring in my eyes.