The Division.

.The Division-- Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

In the distance the sun began to raise, I could barely make out the vast grounds of St. Allistons as we got closer looking down it almost seemed peaceful. The landing strip came into view in a matter of minutes we were on the ground, rushed into yet another car that would no doubt take us to one of the main complexes the school had, Not that anyone except for groundskeepers would be awake at this hour. And perhaps Mrs. Bethany.  "Yeah, obviously she will be awake.  just knowing we are arriving keeps her up." I thought, watching out the window as we pasted Nothing but trees.

The Cars pulled into the west courtyard. I felt a sense of relief. I think everyone did. To us this was home or it felt more like one than our actual homes ever had. It was nearly six a.m. Classes would start in two hours. We collected our things and parted ways- sleep im sure was on everyones mind. Bram took my bag and gently kissed my forehead before heading inside. I pondered the idea of heading to my room, Until i heard the church bells ring. It was located on the back corner complete with a cemetery attached, Its doors open. Like always.

The inside well lit, Candles lined the walls and chandeliers hung from the high ceilings. Rows of pews filled the room. At the alter hung a giant wooden cross that had been there since the school first began or that's how the story goes. I sat down with my knees to my chest and sighed. Looking around i wondered where The Priest, Mr. Evens was, if he wasn't here, who rang the bells? it was being here that put my mind at rest, i didnt have to think about the betrothal, the team or not even about the missions. Or the problems at home, that never seemed to end.

      Perhaps it's the reason why i came here so often, Though i'd never openly admit that of course.  A distant crash echoed through out the whole church, I ignored it, Instead I looked at the stained-glass windows the main one had the virgin Mary and baby Jesus on it. I wondered around the room Suddenly coming to a dead stop at a set of candles, Watching the flames.

I wanted to light just one. It wasn't until that sixth and last candle that I noticed there weren't anymore on that table to light. Why light six? For reasons that were long ago locked away. Cherished Memories.. were now Dead and Buried.
"Ahh, I was wondering when you would be gracing me with a visit." Pastor Evens sighed, setting a fairly large candle down on the table next to where i stood. " For many these candles represent unanswered prayers. But For you I know they've always been sins.. Perhaps even something more? That maybe one day we'll talk about." I only nodded. He was right, for as long as i could remember Prayers meant nothing, only sins were counted, at least that's how it was around here.

"Sins? Good name for it, I usually call it that little voice in my head, i cant fucking turn off." I answered, Glancing up I noted there was a smile that briefly played on his face.
"Call it what you like, It's important to know everyone does get to choose their own paths in life.. Well I like to think so." He Said, sighing again placing a hand on my shoulder, before continuing, "if you ever want to talk, My doors are always open. Day or Night. Long ago this church once gave you such solace, I pray it will again one day. May God be with you my child." Again he was right, there was no point in arguing. "Yes I know, I know that. See this is why i dont come to visit as often. You usually give a lecture." I said vaguely watching as he paced around the room.

  "Well? thats not so bad is it? you have to get a lecture somewhere. No place better than in a church with God." Mr. Evens told me, smiled and disappeared back down the half lit hallway. From a distance the chime of the clock echoed somewhere within the vast church. Reaching into my pocket I took out my cellphone, There were eight new text messages and four missed calls, I checked neither.

    By now it was 9 O'clock Classes had started an hour ago. I was late, something that would not be acceptable. Sighing I took a few deep breathes, collected my thoughts and bolted from the church, running back up the narrow path, Which was shorter then i remembered. After entering the building. I leaned against a wall, taking a second to stop get my sense of direction, also trying to think of a shortcut to Mrs. Bethany's class. St. Allistons was a maze of hallways that took me years to map out. But everyone should at some point.