Psycho\\ Discontinued

Chapter 4: the church

My kitten died.
Not died, but killed, murdered you might say.
I was crushed. It felt like my heart was squished between claws of a beast.
When I saw my kitten crushed on the road, I could feel tears pouring down from my red eyes like a waterfall.
I never cried before. Never in my entire life. That's because I had nothing to cry for. Nothing in my life made me sad except for this moment.
I felt tears coming from my eyes. I told myself to stop, but I couldn't. I started to wail. I stared to scream. I started to cry. I sank to my knees on that cold sidewalk and cried. I slapped my hand over my eyes to stop the flow of tears. They didn't stop.
I was alone all over again.
I had a friend for 3 months, and then I lost it in 3 minutes.
It's funny how fate works. One day your happy, next day your sad.
Damned cruel fate.
I needed a friend. I needed someone who loved me. That kitten was the only person who could have filled that hole in my heart.
I needed a friend.
I needed salvation.
I had an idea.
I sniffed up all my tears and snot.i got up and brushed the dirt off of me.
I gulped and began to walk over to my squished kitten.
The sight of it was revolting. The head was torn from the body, leaving the collar by itself. I picked the silky ribbon up. It was still nice but a bit bloody. I quickly stuffed it in my satchel.
Something to remember my feline friend.
I stared to walk. I stared to walk to where I could find salvation in the only place in the entire city. Maybe even help.
Church of St. Ignatius.
It was somewhere near the city I recalled.
I knew that churches could never leave a person in need. It was just not right. Or it says in their religion.
Religion. What is that? I don't think I even have one. I mean I do know there is a God out there, who created everything, but if I believe in God, what religion am I supposed to be in?
The sun stared to emerged for the depressing clouds. People came out of hiding to start their silly lives.
I thought about my kitten. She wouldn't be starting a new day anytime soon. As I weaved through the busy streets, I thought. About something that I don't remember.
I kept walking until I met the church. It was gorgeous. The lovely marble looked like as it has been carved by a feather. So swift and delicate. The glass windows were filled with the sunlight that came from above. People were also coming and going from the church.
I took a breath. I brushed my skirt, smoothed out my hair, and raised my head high. I then marched to the door of this sacred place.
When I went inside, it was dead silence. No cell phones ringing. No crying monsters. No Dogs barking. No gossiping old hags. Just silence. I quietly walked around the place. The glass windows were made to show pictures of some sort. There was a man, in a white robe with brown long hair, surrounded by a halo of light. There were also these big Addition signs . The cross basically. I waved my head around.
"Excuse me miss, are you looking for something?" Said a soft voice. I whirled around in terror, to see a man with a robe that had a red blanket over his shoulder and a wooden necklace with that cross thing.
"Holy Hell!" I screamed ," what do up you think your doing!!"
Wow. I never screamed to anyone or anything before. I must be finding my voice.
The man looked offended and put his finger to his lips.
"Ssshhhhh!" He shushed," your making everyone upset!" I turned around to see people looking at me with a disgusted looks in their faces.
Oh yeah, churches are meant to be sacred QUIET places. Oops.
I turned back around to face the man that scared the hell otta me. The old man chuckled." Forgive me.", he whispered,"My name Alfred Jones. I couldn't help but noticing that you were a new face here. I consider it my duty to help those who are new and on need."
Wait I minute, I thought, did he thought I was needy because of how I looked and acted?
Please follow me." Alfred said with a flourish of his hand.
I hesitated. Why would I trust a stranger In a strange land?
Yeah , why not ?
I slowly followed him. He walked on ahead, thorough the church. I saw quite a few things.
He passed through several groups of people who were ...praying I think. I heard and organ playing somewhere. There were candles lit up wherever you turned. The air seemed heavy. There were great tapestries with more of the man in the glass stained windows. I'm smelled like old history in the church as well.
Alfred continued going up until he stopped at a row of chairs was spread in front of us. They were a few people scattered in the area. That has there heads down and murmuring something. The rows of chairs were facing a man who was in the cross. He had a wreath of ...leaves on his head and his hands  and feet were nailed to the big wooden cross.
My eyes grew large as I stared at him. Alfred smiled small and said, "there on the cross, is Jesus Christ. The savior of all humans," I stared at him in disbelief.
I mean how can one man and humanity?
"He died for us, for our sins."Alfred continued," He was put on the cross because he believed in true religion that would save mankind , Christianity. It no doubt a beautiful religion. Full of peace and tranquility. We even get hundreds of converts every few weeks. "
I stayed silent.
Alfred turned to look me in the eye." I noticed something about you."
"Well," I replied sternly," what is it ?"
"Well," Alfred blabbed on," you're not like anybody I've ever met before."
I winced, I didn't need anybody to snoop into my life. I changed the subject." Alfred, what are your thoughts on about .....life?"
"Well,um, this an interesting  question for a teen." He chuckled," well life is a gift from God. A chance to worship him. A chance to experience freedom, love,loyalty,friends, religion. Only God can take life away when He wills it. But the man can do stupid things, like taking his own his gift away..life. Suicide is what people call it. "
"Oh." That's all I said.
Silence. I could even hear the worshippers whispering their prayers.
"Tell me " Alfred continued," And I mean no disrespect but, Do you have a faith or religion? You don't have to say if you don't want to. Well that question came out of the blue, but I knew the answer.
"No. I don't."
"Well , would your consider joining my faith? I will help you in anyway I can. You will find internal happiness, I'm sure. Everyone else has."
Me, have a religion?
"No thanks ," I said, " I won't live long enough to indulge it."