This is my Time {Complete}

Part 2: Chapter 14

Allison's POV

Seriously, how in the world, did I end up here, even after spending an entire week staying at a church?, I think, as I see more people start to gather all around the ground below me.

...

The church is beautiful, in a cozy, comforting sort of way.

The light, it's coming from a single lit candle, on the single step leading up to the altar.

I walk towards it, between rows, upon rows of pews, lining either side of me.

The church is empty, but I don't care, I'm supposed to be here, I can feel it.

As I finally near the candle, a welcoming warmth, begins to fill me up inside, as if the candle itself were giving me a hug, from the inside out..... it's surprisingly pleasant.

"Hello there, Allison, welcome to the house of the Lord," I hear a kind voice say, from somewhere behind me.

Startled, I let out a slight yelp.

"Sorry, I, uh, shouldn't have come inside, I know it's sort of late," I say.

"No... no bother, God was calling you child," an old, white haired, kind looking man says.

I smile as I recognize him.

"Pastor Cole," I say, running into his arms, as if on impulse.

"Alli, my dear old Alli, I longed for the day you came back," he says hugging me back, like if I was his very own child.

" I missed it here, I just...." I say, pulling back gently from him, my words trailing off because I don't know what to say.

"It's okay, my dear, the Lord has surely forgiven you, you see... he has a plan for you," he says, as a slightly mischievous smile plays on his thin white lips.

...

I spent a week there, in one of the three spare guest rooms the church holds for people in need. Pastor Cole never asked anything, he told me that as long as nobody says I've gone missing or anyone comes looking for me, i'm free to do what I want.

So, I decided to stay there, after telling him what had happened with me and my mom, and confessing how I felt, he offered me a room. he also told me to talk to God, that God was listening, and to spend as much time as I needed to think things through.

Things went haywire, on the seventh day, when I finally gave up all hope, and ran away, thinking I had nothing left. My mom never came looking for me, like I expected for her to, and I was alone; God didn't listen.

I decided to come here, end it all, in front of everyone.

I wanted for people to care.

To care that it was their fault, for my death.

For my mom to care,that my death was mostly her fault.

My breath catches in my throat.

I can't believe my eyes, as I look at..... me?

No, like an exact replica of me, except healthier and better looking in a way.

She's standing there, in the crowd below me, accompanied by a tallish woman about the age of forty but looking younger because of her rich red hair.

I forget where I am, and accidentally step forward.

The crowd, including my replica self, scream in terror, as I fall.