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Lord, MAY I BORN AGAIN

Alicia Korelina. I was a beautiful girl with green eyes as beauty perfection. I grew up in the midst of a harmonious and affluent families. Since I became a step that families who excel from basic bench. In short I was a lucky girl because I had all that perfection.

Life is not run forever. It's destruction started a big fight between Mom and Dad in one night.
"Basic. Wife did not know fortune. I like that because you and Alice. And now you're accusing me cheating? Where is your brain? "
"Who is that woman? What it is not having an affair? "
PLAK.Papa do it right in front of my head. The hand that normally protect me and mom, mom now face slap instead. I just cried. Tried to scream, but the sound is checked for exit. For months I live with this crazy event. And during that time also I always hoped that crazy scene to end.
Prayer ended with divorce proceedings in court. I hate this. Even so hated. Gone was the family I've always been proud of.

My days go by silence. Morning is usually warm with a joke mama and papa, who now seem bland when I met a mother who was busy with his laptop regardless of his presence. Every morning breakfast and depart always alone. Sometimes when I passed them delivered by the father or mother, it was unbearable to stem the tears. I really miss living like them.
The task today is to write.
"Create an article that tells you the beauty of family life" was the last thing I caught from Mrs. Reno.
All students immediately lost in its activities. But not me. How was I going to write my family has been destroyed. And this time I had a really string .Write  that I live in a close knit family and love each other.
My conscience rebelled reading full words lie. Wasting my paper and this time I do not want anymore fabricated. I quickly wrote 'MONTHS I AM LIVING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FAMILY IS NOW FULLY CHAOS.And I missed my family ALTHOUGH I HATE it.'
"It's not time for me to become a writer," I breathed slowly and submit a short essay that to Mrs. Reno.

Without my knowing it, Lucas read my writing. With a concerned tone, he asked me with questions. Its a shame mixed with fear, I answer the question of the one and one .Whitout I realized I had been told all the stories bitter to Christian youth.
"Quiet Alice. I will not tell it to others. I just want to help. Use it to calm yourself! "He said as he put a package containing white powders into hand.
*****
Later that night, I looked at the little parcel itu. With curiosity, I opened the package slowly. Suddenly appeared smell sticking around the room. I inhaled deeply the smell of it. Again and again. True that Lucas say .I  feel calm about it. And since then, the drug becomes the most important part of my life.

Every night Lucas and I never missed a breath of haram items it.From where closeness to Lucas begin.And of closeness that arises a feeling for him.

That afternoon Lucas took me to a church. The church is quite big and fancy to me. Right in front of a large statue, Lucas expressed similar feelings to me. Really, this is the first time I heard that after the destruction of the family. But the last sentence makes this blood stops flow .I know your speak .But mean, could I do it?
"We did have a sense that sama.Tapi we can not have relationships like other teenagers. I'm sure you understand. We are not in a religious .Except if you .... "Lucas did not finish the sentence and let me think.

Ah. It's really crazy. But there's nothing wrong I received. After all this time I no longer consider my parents. So no one if I start a new happiness with Lucas.
"If that's what you want, why not .Not  problem for me to exchange religion as you want," I said firmly.
"And from now on, you open it again Alicia Korelina. But you are Alicia Christian away from Alicia Korelina now significantly stronger, "she said, smiling slyly.

That night Lucas did not come to my house. I know he must be very busy with his band. Aware Lucas will not come, I immediately look for drug I kept last week. Shit. I forgot goods brought Lucas and colleagues. I switch the view to the blue table that used to help me with various tasks. I caught something there. A bottle of glue. Without wasting time, I open the lid and breathe in deeply.

After some time the substance has been missing from its place. Unfortunately, I still want to inhale. In slow motion, I take in my school bag cutter. gash my rusty cutter into my left wrist. Red and fresh blood flowing while the glue smelled my last breathe. I inhaled the scent back in my blood. Many times I do the same thing. And in the eighteenth gash , something beyond my control happened. Cutter decides my left wrist pulse. Clean and fresh blood flowing with a very heavy without being able to stop me.

Silhouette flashed in my head. Will the death that was coming to me tonight? No. No be today. I still want to see mommy and daddy even though I hate them.
Papa shadow flashed in my mind. People who have always taught me and my mama to pray on time. In fact, he did not hesitate to pinch my cheek if I violate orders. And now I no longer run the rules. What would he do if his son knew no longer a Muslim?
There is no more energy left. But I still managed to think of a mom to me. He is hoping that one day I become a doctor like him. But what if she knows I'm a drug addict? And sacrifice my study time to play around with things unclean? What kind of diatribe that would come out of his mouth if he knew me like this?
My eyes started having holes. Fresh blood from the wrist kept flowing profusely. This time I wanted to send a small plea to the God before my mouth actually locked to said application. With a deep breath I no longer regularly release a small application for a very suffocating.
"Lord, may I be born again?"