This is Gospel.

Prologue

-Sin Awaits-
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Spencer:

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I woke up trying to remember where I am. It honestly all came back instantly when the lights came on. Everything hit me at once. All the things I have seen, flashes of the scars, the death, the lies, all refreshing itself in my mind. I had seen his body. The first tear I allowed to fall in ages wormed it's way down my cheek.

"It's so funny how quickly everything can change" But the thought holds no comfort. I cry out, my tears hitting my palms within moments. My screams obviously have shown me no use, but I continue to anyways. My hands were bound by duck tape to a wooden chair, my mouth had been gagged with a rag and a bandanna had been used to keep it there. The fight to free them has proved useless. The only car in the lot is his burgundy minivan, He's standing right beside me anyways. Its nighttime and the only light we have beams down in rows from the concrete ceiling. The distance between us is equal to a foot, and I was waiting l for him to pull the trigger.

He doesn't want to be here. In this moment with me, he seems years away. You can tell, the way the gun is shaking in his hands, even if it's held confidently like it was only a mere extension of his arms.

He's scared. He doesn't want to do this.

The shimmer of hope in my chest died when I felt the cold metal pressed on my left temple shift. I can taste the salt from tears flowing down my face. I had closed my eyes. I was ready, but it became clear he wasn't. I can still see the fear in his eyes behind the lid of my own. He rips off the bandana that was on my lips. And A click, he's released the safety. The moment that boils down to this. Looking deep into my eyes he's take out the gag. He was searching for an answer.

"Please help"

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Have you ever felt like you were drifting? Like somehow you've been stabbed too many times, and now you just can't feel anymore. So every single moment you're in is a hazy gray so far from the yellows and blues, you used to see.

I float through the same halls everyday bleeding out pieces of life. Wake up, walk to the bathroom, shower, drift back to room, get dressed, go to school, come home, cover the wounds. Repeat. The whole time people walking over the blood you had shed with genuine smiles upon there faces. Not caring how much it hurts, or how much it did.

Congratulations, you've stopped feeling the sting. You've stopped noticing the stares, you've stopped hurting. You don't feel anything now. You lonely champion you!

The 3rd Period Classroom Of Mr. Ken Allen Dale,

November, 23, 2014

I wake up to the bell warning the start of fourth period. Getting up in a hurry, I turn to see everyone else gone. I'm the last one, and no one bothered to wake me. Honestly as if anyone would. I then focus my attention to the teacher, whose glancing down at his work. I pause a moment to stare at the lines his forehead creates as he slowly lifts his head to talk to me.

"Spencer marks" Everyone I've ever touched had them.

That's when I remember why I should be doing all I can to escape the confined boxes of this English classroom. I rush to pick up my bag.

"Ms. Miller, I'd like for you to stay back." My teacher Mr. Dale states. I stop dead in my tracks.

This can't be happening. Not now. Pretend to be here Spencer. I turned.

"Yes, gladly sir." I say with little to no enthusiasm. He's going to pretend to care again.

He just shakes his head and continues talking, and slowly I find myself staring outside the window. It's raining. A grayish tint covers the rooms, darkening the school in a feeling of gloom. I watch the tree as it blows around, an involuntary slave to wind. His figure steps out from the shadows of the tree. I can't fight it.

"I know there's been a lot of changes in your life. You've lost that fire. The most important- Hey are you listening?" I look up at the talking teacher.

"Yeah, of course Dale! What a great talk!" I offer a small sarcastic smile, and a friendly punch on the shoulder. I nod furiously as I start walking backwards towards the door. I stare at the way he shakes his head, disappointed. Spencer marks scratch at his face.

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The second bell rings, and I walk out knowing that I'm late to fourth period. I put my hood on along with my headphones and bow my head, making sure to look no one in the eye.

Just keep moving Spence. If you don't feed into their bullshit they won't have anything new to say today.

Rushing away, I start to feel it, everything inside me darkening.

He's here. It's Alex.

I ended up walking face forward into lean muscle. My whole body tensed and every fiber of my being went against lifting my eyes. I was chest to chest, now, face to face with Noah Watson. He didn't look too happy about that. He was bent over so his curls basically scalded my skin. He was moving his lips. I pulled out my headphones.

"I. Said. Watch. Out." I look at the person as the same way I do every day. With fright.

There goes me flying under the radar especially now that hollywoods most eligible wants to tango. Does this prick get off on knowing I'm scared?

"K. N-Noah." There I go, I'm supposed to be the rebel, yet I become a stuttering ball of fear under his gaze. I loose all strength when It comes to him.

Keep going.

Running to the bathroom, I let the noisy hallway drag away and the black come seeping in. I'm surrounded by moving bodies. But it always felt like it's just me and him. In a sea full if people I can still feel him. He could be yards away and I would sense his every breath. I look up abruptly, He's standing close to a stop sign, I can see him looking in the window and as far as he can get from me in the dark room. It's like he knows being even that close suffocates my breath into shallow monosyllables.

He has always been the only light I see, blonde hair, and his broad shoulders shook in a laugh. The bathroom is filled with chatter, but I could still hear his whispering. Mine. I lower my head and walk out. Mine. I ended up thinking anyways. I run to the exit walking

Across the street gazing at each other. This can't be real, it never will be. He walks away, smiles. Then, I wait till the world fades back in.