Someone burned the church//frerard au

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Fuck. A million words were swarming  around my brain as the blare of police sirens drew nearer. I was sprinting down an alley way, glancing at graffiti splattered amongst the sides of ancient, rotting buildings.

I wasn't going to look behind me, that would just slow me down. I was about a half mile away from my home, the sun was setting and I wondered if the cops would give up once nightfall arrived.

I could see my house in the distance, the porch light was on, meaning I should have been home  almost an hour ago. I was committing a crime, though. I'm not sure curfew really matters then.

I burst into my house, my parents were sitting on the couch with a look of disappointment on both of their faces. The police sirens have completely faded by now and I realized how out of shape I was.

"Frank Anthony Iero where have you been!" My mom cried out, here comes the lecture. "At a friends house." I said before taking my shoes off and making my way upstairs, trying to avoid any questions from my parents.

Luckily, they didn't try and talk to me anymore for the rest of the night and I spent the time blasting music while laying on my bed contemplating my life.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, all I remember is hearing my mom opening my door before closing it a couple seconds later.

I woke up to my alarm screaming the all too familiar sound. I quickly shut it off and rolled over onto my back, not wanting to get up. School was just a waste of my time anyway, everything I "learned" in there would be useless once I graduate.

I lazily made my way out of bed, my dog following me every step I take. He tried following me into the bathroom but I stopped him before he could actually make his way through the door.

I turned on the shower and got in. Cold water ran down my back; I never understood the hot water hype. Thoughts raced through my head, reminding me that I had a test today.

I sighed as I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, rushing to dry myself and get my clothes on.

I finished my routine and started walking to school. My backpack weighing me down. A light sprinkle caused small droplets of rain to wash down my face and soak my hair.

My school appeared ahead of me, the depressing sight was enough to make anyone feel an immense amount of dread.

The school day passed by quickly and I couldn't be happier to get out of there. People kept staring at me and whispering. I had no idea why, all I know is that they'll never really know it was me.

"How was school, honey?" I heard my mom question right as I walked through the dull front door. I shrugged my shoulders and threw my backpack down before rushing upstairs. I didn't feel bad for not answering her, she's probably used to it by now.

I've been thinking a lot about my plan. I've already set lots of fires, yeah, but I have a feeling something different will work better; different timing and all of that.

I just had to wait until midnight so I could sneak out of my window and make my way towards the church. I've never been religious, I don't understand how you can dedicate your life to something that's just around because people don't want to believe in science.

My town was scarier at night, not because of the people in it; but because of the fact there were now police patrolling some spots. Not at the church, though. I mean, who would burn a church down? Me.

I smirked as I saw the outline of the church illuminated by the dull glow of the street light ahead. Burning a church made a spark go off inside me, a spark of rebellion that was never felt before. I loved it.

I took my lighter out of my pocket and grabbed a small bottle of lighter fluid. As I made my way up the steps, I carefully undid the lid on the bottle and poured some all around the perimeter of the building. I smiled as I flicked a switch on my lighter and the fire within roared to life.

Fire quickly engulfed the area and I jumped back, I'm not quite fond of being set on fire at the moment. I looked at the fire one last time before jogging over to the train tracks not too far away.

I always liked going there, it was peaceful and I liked the thrill of knowing a train could speed it's way towards me at any second. I grabbed my box of cigarettes from my hoodie pocket and took one out, grabbing my lighter and putting the cancer stick in my mouth.

I know smokings bad for you but it calms me down. It also makes me feel like I'm not some object that everyone uses and then stops care about. My mind started to wander. Would I ever get caught? What would happen if I did? But what if I didn't. What if I burned everything in this fucked up town.

I stood up off of the tracks and started my walk back home. I was tired and I didn't want my parents seeing an empty bed if they ever decided to come into my room tonight.

I climbed through the same window I used to leave from, making sure I left it unlocked before I left so I could get in when I got back. I pulled off my shirt and pants so I didn't make my bed smell like smoke and put on some random sweatpants.

I climbed into my bed, it was warm and inviting which felt nice for my cold body. I pulled my blanket up to my chin and closed my eyes, waiting for tomorrow so I could see the news talking about yet another arson attack in the town.