Freak in the Cathedral

3

Tom
"Oh god dammit!" I cursed as the abstract picture I had drew was of the boy from the day before.

"Do not use the lords name in vain young man." Father walked into my room with a tray holding food and a drink.

"Forgive me." I bowed my head.

"Forgiven. Now what's the problem." He asked as I raised my head. I did my best to cover the drawing but Father was quick to see. "Isn't that young Larason?"

"Young Larason." I repeated as if I was in some kind of trance.

"Mhmm, the mayors son. He's here to help at the Midday food service. He also happens to be coming to Sunday services as requested by his father."

"Huh." I looked back down at the drawing and smiled. "He has very unique hair."

"So he does." Father looked at me and smiled "but he doesn't let that affect him."

Well that took a turn on my mood, I shook my head and walked over to the balcony. Resting my hands on it and just looking out.

"You know Thomas, you were made like this so you have nothing to be ashamed about. You know you can't stay cooped up here forever. Just come to this Sunday's service and I can introduce you to Tord. He'll love to meet you."

I looked down with a frown "you know I can't."

A tear slipped down my cheek as father stood behind me with a hand on my shoulder. "When you're ready."

I nodded as Father made his way back down.

I know that people won't care about my eyes, I'll be in the spotlight for a few minutes before everyone gets bored, but I'm too self conscious. Whenever someone catches a glimpse of me I become mortified however, when Tord saw me, he didn't give that look the others have. Even father.

I looked back at the drawing peeking out on my desk. Maybe meeting this boy won't be so bad.