Burn Your Local Church

Late Night Conversations With Myself

"Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell."

~ Matthew 10:28

Chapter 5:

I leaned back against the door and pressed my lips together. My mother had just asked me what happened to my wrist. What was I supposed to say?

"W-well, um" I stumbled; I couldn't tell her what had actually happened, she would kill m if she knew I tried to fight him and risk the chances of getting caught. "I fell alongside the road when I was walking home."

She glared at me. "Okay." I shrugged and went to walk off, thinking she bought it. "Jamie stop."

"P-pardon?"

"Would you like some ice?"

I shrugged. "It isn't that bad."

"Very well."

I nodded then turned on my heels and walked to my bedroom. I changed out of my now dirty dress and sat on my bed. I looked out my window, down to the ground, looking at the setting sun. Oh how much the sun loves the moon for it to hide every night to let the moon shine, and never asks for anything in return. The sky was a fire burning orange, it looked beautiful.

I went to my backpack and took the compass out. I help it in my hands, the cold medal sending a shiver up my arm. The compass was pointing the same direction it did every night. I clicked the latch and let the match fell in my hands. I looked at it carefully, wishing I could stare hard enough, the match would snap in half and all of this would be done and I wouldn't have to light the church on fire.

But no, it's not like that.

I can't just do that. I can't just refuse my religion. This is how I was born. This is how I will die.

I freaking hate that.

But I've always been one to run with the crowd; never really stood on my own. Yes, I regret it. But hey, it's easier.

I put the match back into its compartment, and slid the compass under my pillow. I layed there awake, starring at the darkness. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, but I still couldn't see a thing.

Just like my life.

You never realize certain things about life until you over think about it at 2am. Like how I'm alone. I'm stuck. I'm lost.

I fell asleep, my hand clenched around the compass buried under my pillow.

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter and late update. I've been drowning in homework and I've been really falling behind. I hope you readers don't hate me. <3

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