Our Lady of Sorrows; An Unholy Tale

Chapter 2

        Gerard’s watch read 11:59 as he sat in the first row of his newly made church. Everyone, including Lindsey, had gone home hours ago, exhausted from the day’s events. Gerard was so baffled at what had been happening around him. It was as if the moment he was excommunicated, the very second he and Frank decided to make their own religion for people who were out-casts, that things began getting strange.

         He and his band members where in a terrible bus crash. Their bus caught fire. They should have all been dead and on to the afterlife, but instead the fans, the people who looked up to him, who were like him; they could see them. He had made a church materialize from his own will of mind, he had pictured the beautiful gothic type church, and willed for it to be, and now he was sitting in it. Gerard pondered how any of this could be happening. Magical, mystical powers possessed him; he could make things happen by his will, all he truly had to do was believe strongly in it and concentrate.

         His mind was over-whelmed and he could feel the migraine sweep over his very puzzled brain. More than anything he just wanted to curl up in his grandmother’s arms and beg for her to tell him what to do. Any time things got to be too much, he went to his grandmother. She had such a way with words, and was so wise, that she made sure he was steered in the correct direction. He looked behind him towards the marvelous black marble statue of her and felt the tears over take his eyes.

 “I miss you so much, grandma.” He let his voice trail off and allowed the salty tears trail from his hazel eyes.

         As he wiped away the last few stray tears on his neck, he felt uneasy. Suddenly, at midnight exactly, as if a storm had hit the very room he sat in, the wind began to swirl around him and the lights flickered off, leaving the only light source to beam from the stained glass windows in front of him. In the shadows he saw a figure appear. Literally, this figure seemed to materialize from the dust that swept in through the now open, church doors.

         He stood up; tripping on the wood of the pew he sat in, in complete fear. Before he could muster up the energy to run away, the figure began to show a face and features.   She had a soft face with a warm familiar smile gracing her lips, as he looked closer; a light seemed to illuminate her face even more. Her eyes were a brilliant hazel with green around her cornea, a flush sat on her cheeks making them rosy, and her beautiful brown hair flowed delicately down past her shoulders. She wore a black gown with what looked like paint splatters littering it. Weird, he thought. That’s what my grandma used to- he cut off his own train of thought at the realization of who was before him.

 “Gr-Grandma?” He stuttered clumsily in disbelief.

 “Yes, child. It’s been so long, how nice to see my handsome grandson.” Her feet were now placed solidly on the churches wine-red carpet as she danced towards him.

 “W-what are you, how are you here?” New tears lined the brims of his eyes.

 “I’m here because I am the lady of sorrows. You made this church with me in mind, sweetheart. I am the one person you worshipped, and to this day pray to. Don’t think I haven’t heard your cries to me, dearie.” She giggled lightly.

 “Grandma, I don’t know what I’m doing! This all seems so fucked up. I just, I just felt that people like me and Mikey, the out-casts, the… the freaks needed a home too.  A home of acceptance and love, a religious figure to look to, like how Christianity has Jesus Christ, and Catholicism has the Virgin Mary. My figure of hope and acceptance has always been you, Elena.” He could feel the hot tears on his cheeks once again.

 “I am honored Gerard, and our maker has seen that I have been of great help to you and all of your friends. He has made me angel. I am here to guide you, and to bring news to you.”