I walk down the street carrying my jacket, car keys, and backpack. I rub the whistle on my car keys between my fingers. I've carried the whistle on my keychain ever since the whole stuck-in-a-school thing. Figured you can never be too safe.
I round the corner towards the church. I walk up what felt like a million stairs before pulling the door open.
It was beautiful. A small fountain of holy water was at the entrance. There were rows of benches with kneelers leading up to a small stage with an alter and a cross.
It was peopleless. Honestly... it was kind of sad. I suppose it is a small town and most people don't go unless it's a Sunday.
But I'm here for something more than mass. I walk up to the third row from the front and take a seat. I purse my lips awkwardly.
"Um... hi," the priest says from the back. I turn and face him somewhat startled. He walks towards me and sits beside me. "I don't think I've ever seen on Sunday's."
I curl some hair behind my hair slightly embarrassed. "I'm not much of religious person," I sigh.
"So why are you here?" he asks, truly interested.
"I guess, I'm seeking out some help," I sigh.
"You here to pray then?" he asks.
"I'm gonna take it for a spin," I shrug.
"I'll leave ya too it then," he smiles, pats my shoulder, and walks off.
And so I sat there for almost an hour praying- well trying to. I'm not sure if its working though.
After that, I sit there for almost another hour. I felt safe there. It was nice.
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24 Hours in Hell
ActionImagine a story where everyone has their back against the wall. Where everyone's in pain and acting selfishly. Because if they don't they die. Imagine a story where it's need against need instead of good against evil. Where everyone is at cross-pur...
