The dark clothed, hunched figure bolted into the church. The stranger's eyes flickering from every corner to every person, finding minor details in everything just to terrorise himself.
The church was a grand one, it's stained glass windows reflecting the famous and very worn out story of the book of which a religious was based off of. The spectrum of colours glinted mischievously in the young moon's glow, mocking yet reassuring the hunched figure.
The intricate carvings around the doorway just screamed master stone masonship, but still overshadowed by the delicate artwork in the glass.
His breathing was more like panting, his forehead sheen with sweat and his hand clenched. Theo's eyes rose to meet the intense stare of Jesus Christ, almost flinching away at the nails driven through the son of god's hands and feet.
For he knew, he would not meet as kind a fate.
The grating sound of the soft drizzle outside pattered against the church's tiles, dismissing the silence from the house of God.
The dark coat lay disregarded on the wooden seats, creating a pool of water on the smooth surface.
Theo's slightly rain upon t shirt hung limply against his frail frame, just as his hair, once a golden blond, now a pale comparison of its former glory; hung limply against his cold, pale face.
He skittered anxiously up to the alter, falling onto his knees and muttering the words he repeated every Sunday.
This was the only time did he ever leave the house. Every Sunday, 10 sharp, he would escape through his bedroom window and walk as calmly as he could, to the nearest sanctuary.
"Please God, release me from this hateful cycle I beg of you. Please forgive me for my sins! I have done nothing wrong so please, stop punishing me and call of the dog of Satan! She's always there, I can see her in the corners of my eye. I can feel her watching me. Mocking me. I can't take it anymore! Please, I beg of you, please forgive me Father!" His unused voice came out scratchy, raw and painful on the ears.
His knees began to ache but he sat there, with his fingers firmly laced together, and eyes shut. Praying, praying for an answer.
"Some sins cannot be forgiven."
No one could hear the boy scream, nor the loud crash that emanated from the small church that cold, rainy Sunday night.
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