Darkness

Church

I slid out of bed and onto the floor, holding my head in response to a sudden dizzy spell. "Come on time to get ready for church," My mother called as she passed my door. Shit. I had forgotten the day all together. April first. On the first day of every month my mother forces me to get up at a ridiculous hour to worship some non-existent, homophobic dude in the sky along with Sam's family. Double shit. Sam would be there. My eyes widened and I quickly scrambled for something that wouldn't make me look like a dead parrot. I eyed some untouched makeup on my crowded dresser, which I had gotten from some aunt last Christmas. Should I try? I reached for it hesitantly. No never mind. Since when do I have to look good for Sam? I sunk onto the floor once more and started tracing patterns on the bright red cast on my arm. The long, blue, church appropriate dress that I usually wore to these monthly cult meetings would clash horribly with my red cast. Why did I care about how I looked all of a sudden? I mean Sam had seen me the morning after Easter, when I had been so sick from chocolate overdose that I couldn't even get out of bed. I smiled at the memory. Sam had kept me company the whole time, even opting out of a trip to the creek for a swim so they could stay with me. I felt a pang of guilt. Sam and I had been so close then. But the last few days... "What happened?" I wondered out loud.

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I followed My mum towards the unbelievably uncomfortable benches, dragging my feat as I went. "God bless," My annoyingly religious aunt said the moment I sat down. I slapped on a fake smile and tried to sit 'lady like'. An old dude in a dressing gown thing started preaching about money being a sin or some shit like that. I zoned out and started searching for Sam in the crowd. Bingo. There was a sudden flutter in my stomach. Weird. I put it down to some sinister looking biscuits I'd had yesterday. Sam looked as fed up as I was. I stared at them, trying to apologise telepathically. It wasn't working. I slouched in defeat, then quickly corrected my posture in response to a disapproving look from my mother. I ended up choosing the blue dress. It was a hell of a struggle to get it on with one hand. I wanted to tell Sam that. I looked over at them again. They were wearing a yellow button up shirt and some black skinny jeans that hugged their thighs perfectly. Wait... I scrunched up my face. "Where the heck did that come from?" I mumbled to myself.
"Shush," Mum hissed.
I frowned and folded my arms defiantly. My eyes settled on a piece of gum stuck to the back of the bench in front of me and stayed there for the rest of the cult meeting. Oh sorry 'service'. Why do they call it that? I wasn't being served anything. I didn't see any free food or helpful advice. Just a bunch of delirious old people mumbling into some story book. Woah settle down Luce, your inner atheist is getting a little too aggressive.

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A/N
Hey guys! Sorry my chapters are a bit sort I'll try harder I swear! I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry! I had tests and stuff ugh. I hate school. I won't update regularly at all because brain-deadness is something that occurs quite often. Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter!

P.S I'm sorry if I got stuff wrong as I've never actually attended church before so I know nought about all of the rituals. Also the opinion of Luce is not necessarily my opinion blah blah don't kill me for the atheism. K bye.