Eve won't die

Rewriting a part of Genesis 3 from Eve's perspective. Originally published on 10 October 2022

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"You will not die."

He spoke unto me.

You will not die...

What did that mean, to die? Something to fear, to be afraid or wary of? Or something joyous, something to look forward to?

All in the garden had been blissfull. Nothing to be feared.

All the other trees had been find, created by His hand, approved by God himself.

Why was this one any different?

Why did this one have to stand out?

What made it so special?

What did it mean, to be special?

What did it mean, knowledge?

"You will not die."

Had the Lord spoken untruths to me? To Adam? For what cause? He is our Lord, our Maker, what purpose did telling us falsehoods serve?

All in the garden had been Good. The trees, the plants. Adam and I. The fruits. The animals. I have no reason to distrust the snake.

"You will be like God, know good and evil."

What that truly meant, to be like God, I did not know. But the way the snake spoke, even within my unknowingness it sounded enticing.

Since the dawn of our existence the Lord hath controlled Adam and I. While all is good, and all had been good, this was not freedom, as the Lord called it.

What exists beyond these walls around the garden? What is the answer to all the questions I heard but did not speak? Was not allowed to speak? I did not call this freedom.

I wanted freedom. I wanted knowledge. I wanted the fruit.

I had the knowledge that God hath forbidden us to eat. I did not have the knowledge of his reasoning. I did not have the knowledge why the Lord was in control. I did not have the knowledge as to what made God and even Adam think that eternal life, in an eternal walled garden was a favourable destiny.

"You will not die."

I felt pain. My head began to hurt. It was spinning. My mind in, what I believe was Hell inside of me. There were many voices inside of me, thoughts, all speaking over each other; it was chaos. Decisions, decisions, and unknowing what to choose.

A choice.

I never had a choice before. I don't know what it feels like, to have and make a choice.

If I picked...

If I ate...

Maybe then I would know.

Though, I ought not to. I ought to be faitfhful to the Lord. Bless him. Praise him. Thank him for creating me. And Adam? Be in debt. Be thankful. Be submissive. For the rest of my eternal life...

I can't stand the idea. I need to be free. I wanted to be free. I couldn't wait. I had to. I had to be free this instant!

I lunged forward and snatched the fruit off the tree. It felt euphoric; warm, welcome. Radiating in my hand, it looked golden. Glistening under the sun, juice ran down its sides, and it spoke to me:

"Eat me."

I felt my surroundings pull away from me.

"Eat me." It repeated.

"Eat me. Eat me. Eat me."

I don't know what came over me. Maybe I had lost control. I leanedd down and closed my eyes. I took a bite

My mouth had never felt such tastes, such sensory satisfaction before. I felt tingles starting in my mouth; they ran down my face, through my chest all to my finger tips. I had overcome with such please.

As I opened my eyes, the world was back. Not the same. Dark, but still there.

I felt that wonderful sensation escape, slip away, out of and away from my body. Highs replacing themselves with lows. I dropped the fruit. I know what I did.

The realisation settled in.

I know what I have done.

I am not sorry.