Burn Your Local Church

All of It

Cameron is just a boy. It really doesn't matter; at all.

I walked away from Cameron, from the park set, from the street and all the way back to the main city. I donotneed him and I know that. Why the fuck would I, of all people, need a boy?

He's just a tiny fucking human.

It was all bullshit and I knew it.

I kept my head down as I walked down the streets. The sun was at it's highest point but it wasn't radiating any heat. I looked up and saw the faces of dozens of strangers. No one seemed to notice me. But that didn't matter, it wasn't like I care.

They're all Christians.

I don't need them or any of their douche bag boys.

I internally smiled to myself as I remembered how strong I am by myself. I have Him (not Cameron) and my village behind me. I honestly have it all.

I sprinted as fast as I could when I saw the forest that I inter and exit out of. I ran all the way until I saw the Greg trapped door. I crawled down when I got close and felt my way to the door. When my fingers recognized the cold medal latch, I pulled it open and moved my body so I was climbing down the ladder. I made sure to close the door above my head as I started climbing down the poorly lit hall. When I reached the bottom of the ladder, I hopped off and planted my feet on the ground. I smiled weakly when I walked past the new kid sitting at the door. I walked through the tunnel and hoped up on the rusty ladder I had to climb to get out. I pulled myself up out of the tunnel and walked away.

The cold air breezed through my hair and I walked alone on the side of the road. I walked alone on the gloomy streets. It was too late for me to run into Zach, he would've already made his way through the street. And it was too early for me to see him, he wasn't leaving my village until sunset.

When I saw the pothole which marked the entrance to my village, I hoped over the side of the road rail and walked back into my village. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself in attempt to keep myself warm, but it didn't entirely work.

When I entered the familiar setting of my village, I didn't see anyone out. It must be too cold.

Correction; it wastoo cold.

I walked quietly up to my front door and went to go open the door when I noticed the door handle wouldn't budge. I tried again. It was locked.

Great.

I jogged down the stone walkway and back to the basement door at the back of my house. It was also locked. I pulled out and small piece of fence that way being used to hold the worship garden fence together. I jabbed the arrow side of the fence into the lock. Nothing moved.

I took a few steps back and ran at the door lock and pushed the jagged piece of fence into the dead lock. I missed the lock and a hole had been made in the door. I lunged at the door and shoved my hand in the hole. It sliced up the side of my arm but I didn't mind. I moved my hands around, feeling for the lock on the door. Each time I moved a muscle, the wooded door would create a new cut in my arm.

I never flinched.

Finally, my fingers wrapped around a cold piece of medal. I slid it to the right and the door unlocked and I ripped my arm out of the hole of the door.

I glanced but didn't pay much attention to the giant cuts on my arm. I opened the door and walked inside. I closed the door behind me, but I suppose I didn't have to.

"Mother?" I hollered when I got inside. No answer. "Mother?" I called again as I made my way up the stairs. I slowly eased open her bedroom door. She was sitting on the side of her freshly made bed. "Mother?" I said in a more hushed tone. She jumped. "I am so sorry; I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, now."

"Uh mother, what are you doing?"

"Just reading." I looked around on the bed, the floor and her hands and arms, but I couldn't find any books.

"What exactly are you reading?"

"My hands."

Ofcorse. I thought to myself. HowcouldImissit?

Only she could see it, but I could tell by her concentration that she was focusing herself on her hands. A message was written across them that was only visible to her.