Tw: claustrophobia, abuse
I knew a boy once, when I was small
A tow-head Burnett, with eyes of salt
He played the drum in the marching band
His parents cared more about the Bible
Than being good to their own child
He wore long sleeves 'cause of his friend
- hope your okay - Olivia Rodrigo
*some words where edited to fit*
??? pov
Flashback
"May the devil remove itself from your body, be free of its chains" the pastor yells splashing holy water on one of the men from church who is being held down by two other people
"Momma I'm scared" i whisper, hiding behind my mother, my small hands grip onto the bottom of her long skirt, bunching up the white fabric in my hands, i want to go home.
"Dont be isiah, we are just removing this evil spirit from mr Luke's body" the pastor smiles, calling me by my middle name, i dont know how he heard me.
I dont like it when people call me my middle name, its stupid and sounds weird.
"Come up here my dear boy" He smiles holding out his old wrinkled hand for me to come to. I dont want to though, im scared
"Go on baby, the pastor wants you" mommy whispers pushing me gently towards the pastor who is smiling softly at me.
Gulping i head towards him and take his hand, its sweaty and disgusting.
"You see isiah, this man has been taken over by a demon and what i am doing with the power given to me by our god himself is dispensing the demon from him" the pastor explains as we look down at the thrashing man, he dosent look like a demon though, he just looks normal.
"You will never remove me from this body" the man screeches. I cover my ears, he's way too loud and it hurts.
"Go demon and leave this mans body, go back to the pits of hell and never return" the pastor yells at the man who had now gotten out of the grip of the men and was crouched hissing at us.
"Dont be afraid my child he wont hurt you, our god protects us for we as his children" he reassures me, but its not helping. Im scared.
Franticly i look over at mommy but shes just smiling at us, i want to go home i don't want to be here. Im missing the newest episode of veggie tales.
"You god doesn't protect you" the man screeches again, before laughing very scarily
"And speak the child's real name, its Marco not Isiah" the man laughs casing the pastor to push me away gently
"Go back to your mom Isiah, i will remove the demon" the pastor commands
As soon as he says those words i rush over to mommy and hug into her smiling slightly as she runs her hand through my hair
"You don't dare speak the boys name because it is not holy, how pathetic" The man laughs loudly behind me, i want him to stop
"I told you we should have named him Isiah, not Marco" Daddy whispers to mommy, she doesn't respond but instead angrily grips onto my hair.
I like my name though, i like marco
Marcos pov
Sunday
We all sit around the dinner table with our hands clasped together in prayer, like we do every morning.
"May you protect marco from the influence of the evil and damned in the world" my father continues saying the morning prayer, I'm happy that they pray about me so often it feels nice to know that they care.
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