dear diary (larvis)

dear diary - choir

larry
after i got changed and travis left, i had started walking to the church around the time choir started. i've never been to church before yet the pastor hated me for some reason, so i had to at least look presentable. i put on a similar outfit to travis, (a black sweater, a collared shirt and a pair of jeans.) i looked rather odd, but seeing travis sing would be quite funny so it would be worth it.

i poked my head in, walking into the fairly empty church. there were only a few people sat in the seats and the majority of the people were on stage. i say on the second row to the front, staring at the stage. i could see a few boys, a few girls wearing relatively the same outfit. at the back, i could just make out travis. but there was only one problem.

he seemed to have a busted lip, and a large scratch across his nose. most of the blood was gone but he kept wiping his face in the reflection of the stained glass. i could see the pastor, travis' dad stood behind him, shouting at him as he wiped his face. the church started to fill up more and as they got into position, his dad noticed me.

he couldn't exactly do anything due with a the people in there, but he scowled at me, which was way more offensive then travis', and that's saying something. travis was stood in the middle, holding a large book in his hand. after a few minutes, the whole church had gone quiet and everyone in the choir opened they books.

they started to sing, very loudly and very high pitched. i could tell by the look on travis' face that he was straining his voice, and i could tell it hurt as his voice was nowhere near that loud or high pitched. he was the loudest of them all. the whole time, his dad was stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders. he seemed to be scared of making a mistake. at the end of the performance, he ran behind the stage, but from where i was sat, (at the end of the second second-to-front row) i could still see him.

he was rubbing his eyes, clutching his lips as his tears fell onto his collar, his dad was making a speech on the stage, but i wasn't listening as i was too focused on travis. i hadn't caught a single word, i just felt awful. the more his dad spoke, the more he cried and the more his lips bled. his dad was clearly looking at him now, and i could tell he was pissed. he continued to speak again , before cutting his speech short and walking backstage.

everyone had started to get up, and as they did i walked to the stage, leaning against the wall so i could peer behind the stage. as i could never expect, travis was lying on his back on the floor, struggling to keep himself up. his face and hands were bleeding, and his father was looming over him and shouting, holding a pocket knife. i slowly stepped closer, getting a closer look. i figured his father cutting his hands with knives was a regular punishment as there were cuts all up his arms, but i couldn't tell if they were done by his dad or if they were self inflicted. by the look of them probably both.

his dad whipped around, looking sternly into my eyes. that's when travis saw me too.