Visually she was not mistaken. She saw it with her big brown eyes. Her eyes cannot lie. There were Gabrielle and Lucifer beside her. Lucifer looked so deceiving in his smiles while Gabrielle smiled innocently at her.
Obediently she listened to both of them. "Miriam, you're beautiful, attractive, intelligent and of course look tantalizing in my eyes", Lucifer whispered. "But for quite sometime now you're sad. You looked like you've lost some precious toys and fumbling on every nook and cranny in your room, but can't find them. Why don't you go out and have some fun? Snatch the first guy you would meet as you step out on the pavement. Go disco dancing and drinking until the wee hours," he said, and added with a grin, "Then do some naughty things with your guy".
In Gabrielle's wish to comfort Miriam and to negate those devilish insinuations of Lucifer, she whispered into her ears "Oh, don't listen to that moron dear, he'll only ruin your life. Remember, life is not a bed of roses. At some points in your life, you become weak, fragile, vulnerable to your feelings. It's just that we need to be strong to overcome these feelings because I know that God will not give us trials that we cannot hurdle or surpass victoriously. When God closes a door, He opens a window, right?
Confused and bewildered, Miriam doesn't know to whom she'll listen. Lucifer's prodding was so tempting and Gabrielle's counsel was so good. She felt safer continuing to brood on her disappointments.
Entangled with such thoughts, she suddenly heard Lucifer hurling invectives against Gabrielle. "Who the hell are you? I just wanna make Miriam happy and you could only say and utter Godly words to her. Your pieces of advice will never make her happy. Veer off from her, now!!!!" Lucifer shouted at Gabrielle.
Silently Gabrielle cried but hid it from Miriam. She was not there for her own comfort but to encourage and uplift Miriam's spirits. As Gabrielle turned back to Miriam she realized Miriam poised a two-bladed knife above her chest. "Miriaaaaaaaaaaaam! Nooooooooooo!" screamed Gabrielle. Miriam was panting, gasping for air. Her lungs frozen. Her stomach churned with terror. Desperation soaked her clothes in sweat. She groped for the knife. "Where is the knife,” she whispered. She stole another tight breathe. “Where is that knife?” Knock, knock, came sounds from her door. "Mom, you're late now, aren't you going to office?” her lil' lovely Princess asked. "Oh no . . . yeah, I will, thanks Sweetheart," she sighed.
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Silently Gabrielle cried but hid it from Miriam. She was not there for her own comfort but to encourage and uplift Miriam's spirits. As Gabrielle turned back to Miriam she realized Miriam poised a two-bladed knife above her chest. "Miriaaaaaaaaaaaam! Nooooooooooo!" screamed Gabrielle. Miriam was panting, gasping for air. Her lungs frozen. Her stomach churned with terror. Desperation soaked her clothes in sweat. She groped for the knife. "Where is the knife,” she whispered. She stole another tight breathe. “Where is that knife?” Knock, knock, came sounds from her door. "Mom, you're late now, aren't you going to office?” her lil' lovely Princess asked. "Oh no . . . yeah, I will, thanks Sweetheart," she sighed.
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