Gore.

Chapter 13~ Possess

"...and brothers and sisters, you shall never give your yourselves unto devils. Remember this in Leviticus 17:7— and they shall no more offer their sacrifices to devils, after whom they have gone a whoring. This shall be a statute for ever to them throughout their generations."

I closed my eyes as the priest continue the homily. My body is stiff from sitting here in the church's chair in front of the altar. I've never been this uncomfortable, I know we always attend mass every Sunday but I feel like I don't care attending anymore. Like everything about what the priests says are redundant.

You shall never give your yourselves unto devils. It's what the father says, but why am I feeling guilty about this? I feel like I'd broke the statute of God. But then, I don't really believe in Him. I'm becoming so complicated these past few days. There's something really wrong with me. The voices in my head came back after my adoptive parents' death anniversary. Chace and his grandma went home after dinner last night and some of my relatives went home too. Stella asked Emily to stay over. I didn't really like her idea because all she does in the house is eat and do nothing but watch television. But good thing her parents didn't allow her because she was a bad girl.

I just gawked at the tiled floor until Emily told me that it was time for communion. I followed her while we line up to receive the bread of Christ. The choir is now singing for the communion song, I just followed Emily until she was done. The Father is now in front of me, holding the white sacramental bread, ready to give it to me.

Consume it, but you will never change.

A voice whispers at the back of my mind. I just shakes my head and looked up to the father. He stopped for a while, frowned and I know he was shocked because his eyes widened for a while. I also frowned from his weird expression. He was still holding the bread in his fingers, still staring at me, like calculating my thoughts.

"Father?" I whispered, wanting to consume the bread so this may now end.

The priest leaned in near my ear and he whispered, "Do you believe in Him?"

I frowned again, my hands are now shaking, what if he can sense that there are demons in me? What if he thinks that I'm a demon? All I wanted is to stop this, but there's a part of me that I enjoy the voices in my head. Like they are a part of me now.

"W-who, Father?" I asked in quiet whisper.

"Jesus."

My lips parted, do I believe in Him? Is it still counts believing when I don't call Him out anymore? My eyes landed on my shaking hands, still not sure I just nodded at his question. He is now staring at me.

"Accept Him and fight those who possesses you. They can't possess you unless you wanted them to." He said simply. I know what he meant for some reason. I let out a breath and nod my head.

"The body of Christ?"

"A-amen." I parted my lips and ate the bread. As I go back to my seat, I swallowed the bread in my mouth, what I said taste like bile in my tongue.

"You okay?" I heard Emily asked beside me. Still not looking at her, I just nod my head and gawked at the priest who is now going back to the altar. I think my mind was somewhere else until the mass is about to end. Everyone stood up so I followed too.