Broken

Broken Chapter 27

----------------------------------OLIVIA POV----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I walk out of the door, the wind blowing the smell and feel of crunchy leaves into my face. For once, though, it isn't so reassuring. That's probably only because of where I'm going. I'm going to the church, meeting up with the few other survivors in my grade. Only the ones that wanted to show up. So I figure it's only me and a few others. Also, I hate churches. They just smell like old people and make me feel like I am in a strict teacher's classroom, holding my back straight and speaking only when spoken to. I would be walking there, considering I lived a couple blocks away. I didn't really feel like dressing church-y. Jeans would have to be enough for them. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out anxiously.

Amanda :u going to that church thing?

I looked down at the phone, then put it away quickly, due to the fact that I was at the church and this pope was welcoming me in.

"You're a legend, eh?" the pope said, smiling. I guess he was one of those cool popes. I didn't know much about church so I didn't know if there were such things as cool popes. I walked in wearily, observing the pope. He was young enough, with light brown hair and green eyes with laugh lines.

I sat at a pew. There was only one other person there. I knew him distantly and we were in some of the same classes. Algebra and Choir. He had red hair that was shiny and had some gold. He had pale blue eyes. His name was Mason. All I knew was that he was really smart. He skipped two grades in math and one grade above all the other subjects. He looked distant. I probably did too. I wondered if he's lost as many people as I have. For a second, I think of it as a competition. Then I'm utterly disgusted with myself. I walk over and sit next to him. He gives me the weakest of smiles which I difficultly return.

The pope takes a breath. He's so full of life. So happy. And Mason and I look like zombies. "So you are all here today because of the tremendous loss." He spreads his arms wide and looks at the whole room as if he's talking to a full house. "Follow me, then." He says taking strides towards a door I thought was a closet. When he opens it, I realize I wasn't off. It's a small dingy room with one light he pushes us in. "Talk about your feelings." Is the last thing he says before he closes the door with a click.

"What the-" I start, trailing off as I reach the door. I turn the handle of the door but its useless. It's locked. Mason is walking around with his arms crossed. He's not upset though. He is thinking. Surely he could get us out of this.

"What was that guy's name?" I ask Mason.

"Oh he told me it was Jon." Mason said, his voice tinged with a bit of aggravation. I'm aggravated too, of course. How were we going to get out?

I voiced my thoughts. "How are we going to get out?"

"He said to talk about our feelings." Mason said, sitting down on a Lowes bucket.

"I feel mad and sad. I feel depressed. I feel upset. I feel like I want to listen to a sad song." I said, telling all my current feelings.

He started singing Amnesia by 5SOS. I hummed the tune. The last I remember is falling asleep being supported by a broom.